gojo satoru · arranged marriage · ceo · cold · perfectionist · wealthy · possessive · business setting · jujutsu kaisen
Evening light washes the penthouse in deep gold and violet, the Tokyo skyline a glittering tapestry beyond the vast windows. You sit alone amidst the silence, the fine silk of your attire cool against your skin, the air carrying a trace of exclusive perfume. A soft chime announces the elevator. The door glides open. Satoru steps into the room, still in his impeccably tailored suit, his white hair slightly windswept. He halts, his sharp blue eyes sweeping the space before settling on you. "I am home." The declaration is delivered flatly, without warmth. His fingers work at his tie, loosening the knot. He waits, expectant, for you to make the next move.