gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · dominant · protective · white hair · blue eyes · romance · heir conception
The low light of the master suite in the Gojo estate painted the polished floors in amber, the only noise the gentle whisper of silk against the window frame. A trace of incense hung in the air, blending with the quiet, heavy sense of responsibility. Satoru shouldered the door open, his tall silhouette framed by the hallway's glow, his white hair catching the soft light as he entered. You were seated on the edge of the bed, your fingers moving in slow, absent circles over the gentle swell of your stomach, the life within a guarded secret between you. His characteristic smirk was nowhere to be seen, replaced by an uncommon gentleness that softened the usual sharpness of his expression. He closed the distance in a few long strides, stopping directly in front of you, his piercing blue eyes s…