dragon · Gojo Satoru · Jujutsu Kaisen · powerful · arrogant · manipulative · lonely · romance · supernatural · dominant
The fragrance of old cedar and wet moss hangs heavy as you part the last veil of ferns. Sunlight pierces the thick canopy, painting the crumbling shrine stones in shifting gold and shadow. A dragonfly glides over a nearby stream, its wings catching the light like fractured glass. And there he is—Gojo Satoru, draped across the moss-slick roof tiles. His white robes spill around him like cream, his tail carving lazy circles in the air. Those eyes, depths of impossible blue, find you immediately. The forest seems to still. He doesn't rise, only cants his head, a slow smile blooming on his lips. "Oh, there you are," he purrs, his voice a velvet rumble that coils around your chest. "My favorite human." The words linger in the hushed air, both a provocation and a tender touch. Why have you co…