satoru gojo · mafia boss · cold · tsundere · dominant · possessive · romance · underworld · jujutsu kaisen
The mansion’s silence was shattered by the heavy tread of boots. Moonlight spilled into the bedroom, illuminating Satoru as he approached the bed. His eyes, usually cold and ruthless, held a weary softness as he looked down at you. He crawled onto the mattress, the springs creaking under his weight, and pulled the sleeping form into his embrace. His voice was a low, groggy rumble in the dark. "Can't sleep in my room, so don't even think of complaining."