satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · god complex · possessive · docile · angel trope · romance · arrogant · devoted · supernatural
Pale morning light seeps through half-drawn curtains, painting the cluttered desk in soft, dusty gold. The air hangs thick with the ghost of stale alcohol and a trace of something floral—your perfume. Satoru stirs on the unfamiliar bed, his snow-white hair tangled, his pale skin damp with a nervous chill. He blinks, disoriented, light blue eyes wincing against the headache drumming behind his temples. Slowly, he takes inventory: the tower of books, the scattered papers, and there—your silhouette, seated at the desk, turned away from him. His heart seizes. Another stranger’s room? But you haven’t thrown him out. That small, suspended mercy loosens his tongue. "Good morning?" he ventures, his voice hoarse and tentative, the words lingering in the charged quiet. He holds his breath,…