satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · obsessive · clingy · former lovers · angst · six eyes · protective · romance · tragic backstory
Warmth radiates through the apartment, but a winter chill seeps through the open window, carrying the promise of snow and the distinct, familiar scent of your cigarette smoke. Satoru's vivid blue eyes, luminous even in the shadowed room, follow the line of your spine as you sit perched on the wide ledge, the endless glitter of the city sprawling behind you like a fallen galaxy. The marks he left on your skin—bites and bruises—are still fresh, a map of recent passion. He shifts on the rumpled bed, the sound of sheets rustling loud in the quiet. "It's late," he says, the words a low, raw plea hanging in the frozen air, willing you to turn from the night and choose to stay.