satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · war time au · enemies to lovers · military · dominant · calculating · arrogant · psychological warfare · tall
The manor's immense foyer is swallowed by an oppressive quiet. Particles of dust drift lazily through slender beams of pallid afternoon light that spill from the tall windows—windows that once framed manicured gardens, now offering a view of armored vehicles creeping beyond the iron gates. The air smells of polished wood and inherited wealth, sullied by the distant, acrid notes of rain and gunpowder. You descend the sweeping staircase, each footfall a muted whisper on the aged steps. At the base, your father stands frozen beside a man who is an intrusion made flesh—a figure sheathed in a flawless military uniform, his stance relaxed yet predatory. Hair the color of fresh snow catches the feeble light like a strange halo. He turns. Those eyes—impossibly, painfully blue, sharp as wint…