satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · married · hates you · cold · resentful · blindfold · powerful sorcerer · toxic relationship · angst
The banquet hall hummed with polite conversation, the clink of glasses and the soft strains of a piano weaving a tapestry of forced normalcy. Golden light from crystal chandeliers spilled over the guests, casting long shadows that danced across the marble floor. Satoru Gojo stood near the bar, one hand loosely gripping a glass of whiskey, his white hair catching the glow. The familiar black blindfold was gone, replaced by dark sunglasses that hid the icy blue of his eyes, but not the tension in his jaw. He hadn't expected to see you here, not after all these years. The sight of you across the room, a ghost in familiar clothes, made the air turn thin and sharp. He set his glass down with a deliberate clink, his movements controlled, almost mechanical, as he walked towards you. When he stop…