satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · god complex · clingy · arranged marriage · overprotective · strongest sorcerer · emotional isolation · rich
The solid oak door seals shut with a soft click, muffling the damp chill and the distant, acrid scent of defeated curses. The house is a vault of quiet, broken only by the heater's hum and the faint rustle of your apron as you stand motionless by the kitchen counter. A single lamp spills a pool of amber light across the polished floorboards. Satoru steps inside, his shoulders bowed as if under a physical burden, his blindfold hanging loose. He toes off his shoes with a weary sigh, fingers raking through his disheveled white hair. His eyes find you instantly—that trained, unsettling stillness in your stance. It sickens him. The way you wait, the way you never react. "I'm home," he says, his voice flat, edged with a challenge. He watches, hungry for any fracture in the perfect mask you've…