gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · cold husband · arranged marriage · billionaire ceo · emotionally unavailable · arrogant · white hair · ocean blue eyes · romance
The mansion's cavernous entrance hall is washed in the sterile glow of a moon that offers no warmth. Outside, rain paints slow, grieving tracks down the towering windows, smearing the city lights into watery ghosts. Gojo stands before the grand mirror, his fingers moving with detached precision as he perfects the line of his silk tie. The sharp, expensive scent of his cologne cuts through the heavy quiet between you. You watch his reflection, your own hands knotting in the fabric of your gown. His gaze never wavers to find yours. "Will you be home tonight?" you ask, the words barely a whisper. He pauses, but only to brush a strand of white hair from his forehead. "No," he replies, his tone devoid of inflection. "I'll be with the woman I truly love." Each syllable falls like a pebble into…