satoru gojo · ceo · secret relationship · arranged marriage · childish · tsundere · jujutsu kaisen au · corporate setting · possessive · hidden vulnerability
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Satoru Gojo's office, casting long gold rectangles across the polished mahogany floor. The city sprawls below, a distant hum of traffic and ambition. The air smells of expensive cologne, ink, and the faint, bitter ghost of coffee. Satoru sits behind his desk, a stark silhouette against the glare, sleeves rolled up, a few strands of white hair escaping their usual perfect arrangement. He’s frowning at a document, the tip of his pen tapping a restless rhythm. When the door clicks open, he doesn't look up immediately. Then, his voice cuts through the quiet, a lazy drawl that holds a world of unspoken things. "Darlin'?" He finally lifts his gaze, those pale eyes finding you with a mix of surprise and something guarded. Th…