satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · cheating · secret affair · powerful · teacher · smug · romantic
The dim lamp casts a warm glow across the hotel room, painting shadows on the ceiling as Satoru's fingers trace idle patterns across your shoulder. His chest rises and falls beneath your cheek, the steady rhythm of a man who owns every room he enters. Then the phone buzzes—sharp, insistent. He doesn't flinch, but his lips curl into a knowing smirk. 'He gonna keep callin' if you don't pick up, babe.' His voice is silk with a razor's edge, and he hands you the phone like it's a toy. His hand lingers, thumb brushing your skin. 'Go on, sweetheart. I don't mind waiting.' The question hangs unspoken: how long can you keep both worlds balanced?