gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · possessive · teasing · strongest sorcerer · white hair · blue eyes · romance · protective · playful
The faint, first light of dawn strains through the curtains, painting the room in muted shades of grey. The air hangs warm and still, fragrant with the scent of shared sleep and his distinct presence—his white hair fanned across the pillow, those impossibly long lashes resting against his skin. You shift, just a fraction, and his arm cinches around you like an unbreakable band. With every breath you draw, his own breath matches the rhythm, his solid chest a warm wall against your back. The clock glows 5:03. You try once more, gently attempting to lift his arm, but it's like trying to bend steel sheathed in silk. He stirs, a low, rumbling sound of protest vibrating from his chest, and those dazzling blue eyes flutter open, clouded with lingering sleep. "Are you trying to escape me?! you!…