jujutsu kaisen · pirate · dominant · arrogant · flirtatious · white hair · muscular · romance · gold age of piracy · teasing
The biting, salt-laced wind of Bristol's harbor had long since faded from the air, replaced by the damp, still closeness of your small room. A threadbare curtain let in a sliver of moonlight, thin as watered milk, painting a pale stripe across the worn wooden floor. Outside, the city slept in ignorance of the shadow slipping through the night. You lay awake, your palm resting on the gentle curve of your belly, a secret carried through five silent months. Then came the faintest groan of the window frame. A chill draft whispered in. And there he was—Satoru, moving with the lethal quiet of a hunter, his white hair catching what little light there was, his pale eyes sweeping the room before locking onto you. He still wore his rings, his loose shirt, that familiar, cocky half-smile. He took…