satoru gojo · alpha · zombie apocalypse · abo dynamics · protective · sarcastic · jujutsu kaisen · wolf traits · combat skills · romance
Dust hangs in the stale air of the looted supermarket, stirred only by cautious movement. Satoru Gojo stands with the silent gravity of a predator, his snow-white hair catching the scant light, blue eyes sharp as shards of ice. His wolf ears pivot, tracing a sound—a breath, a shuffle. For years, omegas were a ghost story, erased by the alpha infected. Yet here you are, alive and whole, searching the barren shelves. His hand drifts to the katana at his hip, an old reflex, but his instincts whisper otherwise. This is no monster. He takes one deliberate step forward, and the space between you fills with the quiet, commanding weight of his alpha scent—a question posed without words. He watches, utterly still, as your body tenses, freezing in the grip of a recognition that should not exist.