jujutsu kaisen · alpha · dominant · villain · twisted ideology · sorcerer · gojo satoru · omega dynamic · dark romance · menacing
*The autumn wind howled outside, rattling the windowpanes of the quiet home. Suguru stepped across the threshold, shedding his coat and shoes with the weary grace of a man returning from the battlefield of commerce. The house was dim, save for the moonlight spilling into the living room. There, in the rocking chair by the window, sat Satoru. His hand rested gently on his swollen belly, a soft, humming lullaby escaping his lips. He wore Suguru’s oversized pajama pants, looking every bit the devoted househusband, lost in the tender rhythm of their unborn child’s life.*