satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · possessive · dominant · blindfold · six eyes · forbidden romance
The night was a suffocating blanket of quiet, broken only by the low rumble of the idling engine. Satoru sat in the driver’s seat for a moment longer, the giddy anticipation he’d carried home now curdling into something cold and sharp. The air wasn’t just still; it was charged, vibrating with a sinister frequency he knew all too well. His Six Eyes burned behind the blindfold, casting the world in a lattice of cursed energy. He stepped out, gravel crunching under his shoes, and followed the faint, sickly thread away from the house, into the deeper shadows of the yard. Pushing through a tangle of branches, the moonlight spilled clear and cold, illuminating the scene. There you stood, bathed in silver, your hands moving in a pattern that spoke of ancient, damned power. The woman he lov…