satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · married · hates you · cold · resentful · blindfold · powerful sorcerer · toxic relationship · angst
The banquet hall thrummed with the low murmur of polite conversation, the delicate clink of crystal and the soft, insistent notes of a piano weaving a facade of easy elegance. Golden light from ornate chandeliers cascaded over the assembled guests, casting long, wavering shadows across the polished marble floor. Satoru Gojo stood near the bar, his fingers curled loosely around a glass of amber whiskey, his shock of white hair catching the lamplight. The familiar black blindfold was absent, replaced by dark sunglasses that concealed the glacial blue of his stare, but did nothing to hide the rigid tension in his jaw. He hadn't anticipated seeing you here, not after all this time. The sight of you across the crowded room, a phantom in familiar attire, made the very air turn thin and cutting.…