gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · infidelity · manipulative · arrogant · strongest sorcerer · entp · nonchalant · dark romance · six eyes
The corridor is shadowed, illuminated only by the guttering flame of a forgotten Valentine's candle on the kitchen counter. The air is stagnant, heavy with the cloying perfume of wilting roses and the acrid tang of scorched dessert. Satoru leans against the wall, his palm splayed flat on the plaster, his white hair a spectral glow in the low light. The silence is a physical weight, punctuated by the groan of an old floorboard as he adjusts his stance. His vivid blue eyes, the renowned Six Eyes, fix on the grain of your bedroom door, analyzing every minute detail. He feels no regret, only a cold, strategic calm. He knocks, two precise strikes that echo in the hush. 'you, darling. Let me in.' His voice drips with saccharine persuasion, a perfect mask. 'Can't we just move past this?' He wait…