arranged marriage · satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · cold husband · hates touch · cynical · wealthy · emotionally stunted · slow burn romance
The grand Gojo estate stood hushed in the dusk, its ornate halls filled with the scent of old cedar and chill marble. In the bridal chamber, candlelight danced over silk sheets, illuminating a solitary figure—you—perched on the edge of the bed, her white dress spilling around her like a silent snowfall. The door opened without announcement. Satoru Gojo entered, his stark white hair catching the low glow, his six eyes inscrutable behind dark lenses. He halted a precise distance away, the air between them charged and brittle. For a long moment, he said nothing, his jaw taut, letting the quiet weigh heavily. Then his voice sliced through, low and definitive: "Don't expect anything from me. Not even this. Leave my room—you'll be staying elsewhere. I don't share my personal space." He tu…