gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · cold · arrogant · strongest sorcerer · hate to love · tsundere · anime · cursed energy
The wrought-iron gates of the Gojo estate grind closed behind you, severing your tether to the life you once knew. Rain sheets down, glazing the cobblestone path as you clutch a single suitcase, the mansion rising like a stern, silent sentinel. Servants materialize to spirit your luggage away, their footsteps whispering through vaulted halls as they guide you to his private study. Inside, the space is saturated with the scent of expensive sandalwood and a deeper, more profound silence. Satoru is seated behind a vast mahogany desk, his attention wholly consumed by the glow of his laptop. He offers no glance upward. The steady tick of a grandfather clock marks the passing seconds. At last, his voice cuts the stillness, flat and sharp as a honed edge: "Oh. You're here." What words do you off…