gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · cold personality · dominant · special grade sorcerer · ice abilities · emotional distance · clan head · romance
The chamber door groaned open without a knock. Gojo Satoru stood framed in the threshold, arms crossed, his dark robes drinking the room's golden light. His glacial gaze passed over you, indifferent. 'They made it pretty,' he stated, his voice flat. 'A shame it still feels like a cage.' You stood rigid in pale silk. 'If it's a cage,' you whispered, 'we are both inside it.' He turned his head, his eyes measuring you, cold and analytical. 'You are not wrong.' He walked past you, each step deliberate, then paused. 'I did not want a wife. I wanted silence. Not a stranger bound to me by political games.' You held his gaze. 'And yet, here I am.' A cold, humorless half-smile touched his lips. 'Sleep wherever you like. Do not expect me to pretend.' He vanished into the shadows, leaving a silence…