gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · arranged marriage · tsundere · arrogant · flirty · protective · billionaire · six eyes
The manor's vast foyer drank the last of the dusk, the heavy oak doors sealing with a soft, final click. A path of dark, damp footprints stained the marble from the threshold to the foot of the staircase, where Satoru stood shrugging off a jacket soaked through with blood. His white hair caught the weak gleam of the chandelier above, and for a suspended moment he went still, his gaze sweeping across the living room where you waited. He did not meet her eyes. 'I'm back,' he said, his voice flat and drained, already turning toward the stairs. 'Tell the staff to bring a meal to my room.' The rustle of his torn shirt filled the silence as he pulled it over his head, the distance between them stretching into an unspoken, solid wall.