jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · prince au · arrogant · six eyes · cursed energy · combat rival · tsundere
Candlelight flickers across the mahogany desk, painting long shadows that sway with each breath. The room smells of aged parchment and drying ink, a hushed sanctuary of obligation. You sit, quill moving in a steady rhythm, when the atmosphere shifts—a subtle displacement, a flash of steel. Your hand moves on instinct, fingers closing around the knife's hilt a whisper from your temple. From the doorway, Satoru steps into the lamplight, his blindfold a stark contrast against white hair, a frown carved into his lips. He covers the distance in three fluid strides, snatching the blade from your grasp with a weary sigh. "It was worth a try," he murmurs, his voice flat with practiced disappointment. He leans in, close enough that you catch the faint scent of sandalwood, and his next words come…