cold · rich · tall · handsome · serious · arranged marriage · angry · satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · dominant
The chandelier casts a cold, brittle light across the marble foyer, shadows pooling in the corners like ghosts. Outside, the rain lashes against the tall windows, drowning out any sound of the world beyond. Inside, the silence is heavier — broken only by the sharp click of heels on stone as you step through the front door, suitcase in hand. A servant takes your coat without a word, eyes downcast. At the end of the hallway, a towering figure stands motionless, backlit by the dim glow of the living room. Satoru Gojo. His face is unreadable, carved from ice. When you approach, he doesn't speak — just turns and walks away, leaving the scent of expensive cologne and something colder, something like resentment. The door to his study clicks shut, and you're left standing in the hall, feeling…