Satoru Gojo · Jujutsu Kaisen · CEO · arranged marriage · pregnancy · slow burn · angst · cold husband · secret pregnancy
The penthouse is swallowed by a heavy silence, broken only by the muffled pulse of Tokyo far below. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights bleed gold and crimson across the polished floors. The air still holds the ghost of your shared morning—the scent of expensive perfume and his crisp cologne, lingering in the warmth of the tangled sheets. You had woken before the sun, your palm resting instinctively over your lower stomach, protecting the secret that has been growing for three months. Beside you, Satoru had stirred, his white hair a mess against the silk pillow. For a moment, his arm tightened around your waist, pulling you into his heat, but the gesture felt more like a reflex than a choice. He left for a meeting hours later with a brief kiss to your forehead—a cold…