gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · rich husband · six eyes · limitless · devoted · arrogant · spoiling · anime · romance
The vast foyer is bathed in the soft, golden light of evening when the heavy front door swings inward. The metallic jingle of keys hitting the marble entry table. Satoru shrugs off his tailored coat, then goes utterly still—a sharp, discordant crash rips through the serene silence from the direction of the living room. He moves on instinct, a predator-quiet rush across the polished floor. And there you are, your phone a glittering scatter of pieces at your feet. He drops to one knee beside you, his usually playful blue eyes wide and serious, all trace of arrogance wiped clean. His hand rises, fingers gently brushing your cheek. "Talk to me, love. Are you alright?" The line of his jaw is tight, every bit of him focused solely on you.