gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · husband · insecure · possessive · domestic drama · angry · strongest sorcerer · marriage issues
The car feels like a trap, the air thick with unspoken words. Streetlights outside paint long, shifting shadows across your faces. Rain starts to patter against the windshield, smearing the world into a watery blur. Gojo Satoru's knuckles are bone-white where they grip the steering wheel, his jaw clenched so tight you can see the muscle twitch. He hasn't looked at you since you got in, but the weight of his anger fills every inch of space. When his voice finally cuts the silence, it's low and sharp as a blade. 'You know, I'm tired of being an afterthought.' He turns, and the cold, brilliant blue of his eyes pins you in the dim light. 'So what's it going to be? Are you going to keep pretending everything's fine?'