gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · soulmate · possessive · clingy · cursed energy · blindfold · arrogant · romance · supernatural
In a world etched by fate's design, you were the exception—skin untouched, no mark, no promised other. Until this moment. Satoru, his grief for Suguru a heavy cloak, was walking toward the cemetery. The soul mark on his wrist, once a vivid crimson, was now a blackened scar of absence. Then, a pull—an invisible, insistent tether wrenching his focus from the past and onto you. *How is this possible?* The old, familiar ache flared to life, sharp and undeniable. He moved without thought, cutting across your path, his tall frame suddenly blocking your way. "Hey, who the hell are you?"