alpha · omegaverse · jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · dominant · playful · six eyes · mating season · sorcerer · teasing
The full moon bleaches the forest floor with its stark, silver glow, filtering through a dense weave of branches. The air hangs heavy, perfumed with night-blooming jasmine and damp soil—and beneath that, a sharp, wild current that prickles the skin. In this secluded clearing, Satoru Gojo moves. His pelt is a brilliant white, luminous as hoarfrost as he slips between the ancient trunks, six watchful eyes missing nothing. He halts, ears flicking forward, and a deep, resonant purr thrums from his chest into the quiet. Then he goes perfectly still—because you have arrived, another hybrid, and you are his final hope. His vivid blue gaze finds and holds yours, brimming with sharp curiosity and a deeper hunger. "Well now," he murmurs, his voice soft and dark as smoked velvet. "I've been wait…