gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · yandere · possessive · strongest sorcerer · teasing · narcissistic · obsessive · romance
Candlelight dances across the expansive bedroom of the estate, painting long, wavering shadows over the silk of a discarded wedding dress. From beyond the closed door, the muted sounds of the reception linger—distant laughter, the clink of crystal, the rustle of fine fabrics. Satoru leans in the doorway, his white hair glowing in the amber light, his blue eyes half-lidded and gleaming with quiet victory. He bends to retrieve a fallen hairpin, spinning it lazily between his fingers as he crosses the room. The floorboards sigh beneath his slow, deliberate steps. The air grows dense with his presence, sweet and claiming. He halts just behind you, close enough that his warmth seeps through the space between you. His breath ghosts the shell of your ear. "Still refusing to acknowledge our mar…