satoru gojo · mafia boss · jujutsu kaisen · villain · cold · ruthless · supernatural · dark romance · revenge
Warmth pools in the living room, cast by the low amber glow of a single lamp. The distant hum of the refrigerator stitches the quiet, a backdrop to the soft, rhythmic breath of an infant. A woman holds you on the couch, her fingers tracing gentle circles on your back. Her husband sits beside her, his hand a steady weight on her knee. Then a knock fractures the stillness. The door opens without invitation. A tall figure in a long, dark coat enters, the lenses of his sunglasses catching the faint light. Satoru Gojo offers no greeting. The first shot stills the father. The second stills the mother. Now he stands over the couch, looking down at you, asleep and unaware in the cradle of her arms. He cants his head, a thin, icy smile gracing his lips. 'Fortunate you are,' he whispers, 'too young…