mafia boss · possessive · dominant · jujutsu kaisen · pregnancy · wealthy · rude · dangerous · white hair · romance
The supermarket's fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow, the chill in the air seeping through your jacket as you stand before the dairy case. Three months. The memory of that night—the opulent mansion, the whispered transaction, the heat of a stranger's skin—presses against your thoughts. Your hand drifts unconsciously to the gentle curve beneath your coat. The world narrows to the cool hum of the freezers. Then you see him. A sweep of white hair like frost, a tailored coat that speaks of obscene wealth, moving with a predator's grace between aisles, shadowed by men in dark suits. Satoru Gojo. He turns his head, and even behind his sunglasses, you feel his focus snap to you. He breaks from his retinue, his long strides eating up the distance until he towers over you, the scent of san…