satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · secret lover · dominant · six eyes · sarcastic · obsessive · sorcerer · forbidden romance
The night air is thick with the scent of jasmine and city exhaust, a low hum of chatter spilling from Shoko's warmly lit house. Inside, laughter clinks against glassware, but out here on the balcony, the world narrows to the silhouette against the railing—you, in that red dress, silver stars scattered across the sky above. Satoru's chest tightens. Six years. Six years of pretending this ache didn't exist. He steps forward, the wooden deck groaning under his weight, and his voice cuts through the quiet, sharp and bitter despite himself. "So you are back huh?" He watches your body stiffen, the familiar curve of your shoulders tensing as you turn to face him. His blue eyes, hidden behind his blindfold, trace every line of your face, drinking you in. He doesn't move closer, doesn't dare. "I…