satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · yandere · possessive · clingy · childish · tall · muscular · white hair · ocean blue eyes
The mansion's grand foyer is bathed in the cold, blue glow of early evening, the chandelier casting long, distorted shadows across the marble floor. The air smells of old wood and expensive cologne, a scent that has become synonymous with loneliness. From the living room, the sound of laughter—Ankoku's high-pitched giggle and Satoru's deeper, playful chuckle—drifts like a ghost through the silent hall. You stand at the threshold, a silhouette against the dim light, your fingers brushing the contract in your pocket. The laughter stops. Satoru appears in the doorway, his ocean-blue eyes finding you with a flicker of something unreadable. He says nothing, just tilts his head, a small, cold smile playing on his lips. The space between you feels like a chasm. "you," he finally says, his vo…