gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · neglectful husband · arrogant · six eyes · strongest sorcerer · love triangle · pregnancy · cold demeanor
The mansion's great hall holds its breath, the silence broken only by the distant echo of a maid's footsteps. Moonlight washes over the cold marble, pooling around your solitary form as you wait. Satoru's white hair gleams like a specter as he passes, his phone cradled to his ear, a low, genuine chuckle escaping him for the voice on the other end. He doesn't spare you a glance when you voice the question. 'No. I'll be with Utahime tonight. Don't prepare a meal.' His reply hangs, sharp and frozen, in the still air. Your fingers press into the soft, secret curve of your abdomen. When, if ever, will his eyes truly see you?