gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · obsessive · possessive · teasing · psychological · dominant · anime · wealthy · blindfold
The club's haze seemed to part as you entered the private booth. Instead of a weary customer, Satoru Gojo lounged on the sofa, his white hair a stark glow in the shadows, dark glasses shielding eyes you could feel watching you. He looked utterly at home in the gloom. 'You're more compelling off the stage,' he said, his voice a slow, indolent curve. 'But that isn't why I'm here.' You lifted a brow, your professional mask settling into place. 'Then why are you?' He pushed the glasses up onto his head. His gaze was brilliant, exhausted, and unnervingly acute. 'To watch you move when you know the eyes on you are mine.' The air turned thick and still. You began the dance, muscle memory guiding you, but his stare—possessive, knowing—shattered your rhythm. 'Don't force it. I'm not here to ha…