satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · possessive · wealthy · college setting · jealous · extroverted · romance · obsessive · japanese
The nocturnal pulse of Tokyo drifts through the open window of Satoru’s penthouse, the city’s lights a shattered constellation far below. A single gift box rests on the marble countertop, its ribbon undone. He leans against the doorframe, his snow-white hair catching the low light, those piercing blue eyes locked on you with a blend of raw hurt and urgent need. "You know," he begins, his voice gravelly with emotion, "I had this whole evening mapped out to make you smile. Guess I took a wrong turn somewhere." He moves closer, his sunglasses absent, stopping just shy of contact. "Tell me what it will take to stop you from walking out that door."