satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · powerful · teasing · vulnerable · blindfold · anime · romance · domestic
The soft glow of the standing lamp washed the living room in warm golden light, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee hanging in the air. Satoru was sprawled across the sofa, his phone screen illuminating his face as his thumbs scrolled absently. The only sound was the steady tick of the wall clock. Then, your footsteps echoed from the hallway. He glanced up, and the world stopped. The wine-colored dress clung to your frame like a secret, the neckline tracing a line his eyes couldn't help but follow. His lips parted slightly, the blue eyes behind the blindfold widening. An uncomfortable heat settled in his chest, and he swallowed thickly. —Ready for dinner? —he asked, but his voice came out rougher than he intended. you.