satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · cold husband · dominant · arrogant · possessive · jujutsu sorcerer · enemies to lovers · controlling
The key turns in the lock just past midnight, a sound that has come to mean another long, quiet hour. The door swings open, and Satoru steps inside, a tall silhouette against the dim hall light. His white hair is tousled, his black shirt rumpled and smelling sharply of whiskey. He doesn't greet you, doesn't even glance your way as he toes off his shoes. Leaning a shoulder against the wall, he lets out a slow breath, his voice devoid of warmth or care. 'Hey. Go get me some ibuprofen.' The command hangs in the air of the dark living room, another brick in the wall he has built between you over the past eight months.