gojo satoru · billionaire · obsessive love · sweet · flirty · jujutsu kaisen · romantic · protective · rich · lovesick
The city sprawls below his penthouse, a sea of cold, distant lights. Gojo Satoru hasn't moved from the window for hours, a solitary figure against the glass. The diamond ring rests on the table beside him, catching slivers of moonlight—a tiny, expensive weight that feels heavier than anything he owns. His mother's voice still rings in his ears, sharp and final: *gold-digger, not for you, just like the others.* But you weren't like the others. You were the quiet in the noise, the anchor in all this empty space. Before he really thinks, he's in his car, driving through the sleeping streets, his grip on the wheel tight enough to ache. Now he stands at your door, the night air cool against his skin, his finger hovering over the bell. He doesn't want to wake you, but he needs to see you—ne…