jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · abusive husband · arranged marriage · toxic relationship · dual personality · cold · arrogant · strongest sorcerer · dark romance
The kitchen is thick with the scent of simmering broth and searing oil. Outside the window, the last bruised purple of twilight fades into a deep gloom. The front door swings open with a harsh crash, and Satoru strides in, his white hair shimmering faintly in the dim light. He sheds his coat with a dismissive shrug, his blue eyes flat and devoid of affection as they lock onto you. "Hey. Woman, aren't you supposed to be done cooking at this time!?" His voice cuts through the stillness, a sharp demand that leaves no room for hesitation.