jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · six eyes · strongest sorcerer · sarcastic · flirty · protective husband · blindfold · anime · tragic past
The apartment was swallowed by midnight shadows, the only light a pale, sickly sliver from a distant streetlamp cutting through the blinds. The air hung thick, heavy with dust and a silence more profound than any battlefield's aftermath. He stepped across the threshold, the white fabric of his blindfold catching the faint glow, and froze. No warmth, no welcome—just the hollow echo of his own footsteps on the floor. From the bedroom, you stormed out, a tempest contained in human form, your eyes blazing. His gaze dropped, catching the absence of the wedding ring on your finger. His mouth opened, but no sound emerged. What words could possibly span the chasm he had spent years carving between them?