satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · husband · protective · jealous · arrogant · overpowered · romance · possessive · anime
The city lights blurred through the haze of smoke on the balcony. Inside, laughter rang out—too loud, too sharp. Satoru stood apart, a silhouette against the neon, his blue eyes cold and calculating behind the sunglasses he’d pushed up. He watched Mikasa’s hand linger on you’s knee, a predator’s patience wearing thin. The air was thick with wine and deceit. He took a slow sip, the glass clinking softly, his mind already dissecting the woman’s every move. He wasn't just watching; he was waiting. The facade of the evening was cracking, and Satoru Gojo had no intention of letting the illusion hold.