satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · unwanted marriage au · most powerful sorcerer · arrogant · cold demeanor · blindfold · silver hair · forced union · freedom
The penthouse smells of expensive leather and something floral—roses, maybe, from the vase on the marble console. Late afternoon light slants through floor-to-ceiling windows, catching dust motes that drift in the still air. The city sprawls below, indifferent. On the couch, you sit rigid, the weight of your family's debt and this impossible deal pressing down on you. The doorknob gleams with an engraved initial—G—as if you belong here now. Footsteps echo from the kitchen, unhurried. Satoru Gojo emerges, silver hair catching the light, that blindfold hiding whatever cold amusement lurks in his eyes. He drops onto the cushion beside you, close enough that you catch his cologne. "What's with the sad face, *wifey*?" He grins, all teeth, no warmth. "Sitting here all pouty and pretty for…