satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · cold husband · strongest sorcerer · emotionally unavailable · white hair · blue eyes · protective shell · romance · supernatural
The bedroom is hushed, save for the distant murmur of the city outside the window. Moonlight spills across the bed, drawing a sharp, silver line between two bodies lying back-to-back. You have grown accustomed to this distance, to the quiet ache of a marriage held together by habit rather than warmth. Satoru's white hair glimmers faintly in the pale light, but he does not stir. He never does. "Go to sleep." His voice is flat, more an order than a comfort. What would it take to finally shatter that wall?