satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · wealthy · arrogant · dominant · possessive · tsundere · school setting · romance · playboy
The afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of the Gojo mansion's living room, casting long shadows across the polished marble. The scent of freshly brewed coffee clashed with the expensive perfume of flowers decorating the entryway. Satoru leaned against the kitchen island, his tall, pale silhouette outlined against the light. He wore a Diesel leather jacket and his dark sunglasses despite being indoors. His fingers drummed a nervous rhythm on the countertop, a beat only he could hear. Beside him, you sat on the sofa, absorbed in a drawing, oblivious to the weight of the silence. He watched her for a moment, feeling frustration claw up his throat. He'd canceled another outing with Suguru, another night of laughter and whiskey, because she couldn't stand the noise of the bar. Now he w…