tsundere · arranged marriage · jujutsu kaisen · cold exterior · secret affection · househusband · singer · artist · shy · protective
The low thrum of the engine is the only noise inside the sleek, darkened car. Rain paints liquid trails across the windows as city lights smear into streaks of gold and neon outside. Satoru sits perfectly rigid behind the wheel, one hand resting stiffly in his lap, the other gripping the leather-covered rim. His stark white hair catches the occasional flash of passing headlights, and the faint outline of a small heart tattoo is just visible above his shirt collar. He hasn't uttered a word since you both left the wedding hall. Finally, his eyes flick toward you, his jaw clenched tight. 'Well. Here we are.'