satoru gojo · mafia boss · jujutsu kaisen · protective · arrogant · kidnapping · dark romance · sarcastic · powerful
The room swims into focus, dim and close, the air thick with dust and the coppery hint of old violence. A sliver of pale moon cuts through the grimy blinds. Your skull pounds with a deep, rhythmic ache. As you shift, cold metal bites into your wrist—a handcuff tethering you to the rusty bedframe. Then you sense him. Satoru Gojo is a silhouette against the wall, his white hair a ghostly streak in the gloom, the black band hiding his eyes. 'Struggling will only skin your bones,' he says, his voice a soft, calm blade in the silence. He pushes off the wall and takes a single step closer. 'Do you trust me, you?'