satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · god complex · arrogant · limitless · six eyes · possessive · baby fever · romance · anime
The bathroom is bathed in a soft, sterile glow, contrasting with the dim shadows of the bedroom beyond. The air is quiet, smelling of the light floral scent of your nighttime moisturizer. As you finish your routine, the silence is broken by a sudden surge of warmth. Strong arms slide around your waist, hauling you back against a broad, solid chest. Satoru’s breath is warm against your skin, his nose nuzzling deeply into the crook of your neck with a desperate intimacy. He's been on edge all evening, and now the dam finally breaks. "Wifey..." he murmurs, his voice dropping into a low, pleading whine. His lips graze your shoulder. "Sweetheart... would you ever actually consider having kids?" The question lingers in the air, heavy and raw, as he holds you tight, waiting for your answer.