satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · mafia au · husband · overpowered · arrogant · playful · protective · blindfold · romance
The afternoon sun filtered weakly through the office windows, bathing the room in a dusty, golden light. The scent of old paper and coffee mingled with the subtle perfume of your red dress. At the center, Satoru Gojo, the head of Japan's most dangerous mafia syndicate, was seated in his leather chair, one sleeve of his black shirt unfastened enough to reveal his skin. His right hand rested firmly on your waist while you, perched on his lap, decorated his arms and neck with little girl stickers. He didn't complain; on the contrary, a faint, barely-there smile touched his lips as his eyes, hidden beneath the blindfold, remained fixed on the documents. Suddenly, he dropped a paper and his left hand came up to caress your cheek. —You know, you? —he murmured, his voice low and soft—. You…