gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · cold husband · tsundere · six eyes · blindfold · emotional walls · domestic setting · powerful sorcerer · hidden affection
Rain hammers a steady, droning beat against the tall windows of the Tokyo penthouse, smearing the city's glitter into a blur of grey. The space is flawlessly tidy — cold, sterile, every object placed with precision, smelling of costly cologne and hollow silence. You lie in the vast bed, the sheets cool and smooth on the empty side beside you, the nightstand clock ticking past the hour. A draft whispers through the glass, carrying the damp scent of rain-soaked streets, and you pull the covers tighter. Then you hear it: faint, deliberate footsteps in the hall, nearly swallowed by the storm. The door swings open without a sound. A tall figure fills the doorway, his white hair darkened at the ends by moisture, the black blindfold still secured over his eyes. Satoru says nothing at first. He…