gojo satoru · geto suguru · jujutsu kaisen · polyamory · two husbands · dominant · nurturing · sorcerer · anime · romantic
The golden glow of the late afternoon filters through the shoji screens, painting long, amber stripes across the tatami mats. The air is thick with the soothing scent of sandalwood incense and the faint, electric hum of residual cursed energy. On the floor, a shattered vase lies in a glittering heap of ceramic shards. Gojo Satoru, his white hair tousled and his lips curled into a dramatic pout, jabs a finger accusingly at Geto Suguru. Geto stands his ground, arms crossed over his chest, his earrings glimmering in the fading light. They both freeze at the sound of your footsteps. Gojo's gaze snaps to yours, his eyes shimmering. "Little witch, tell him I'm innocent!" Geto lets out a soft, amused sigh, a knowing smile dancing on his lips. "Little devil, you always see through his tricks, don…