satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · secret lover · dominant · six eyes · sarcastic · obsessive · sorcerer · forbidden romance
The night air hangs thick with jasmine and distant city fumes, the low hum of conversation spilling from the warmly lit house behind him. Inside, laughter clinks against glass, but out here on the balcony, the world narrows to a single silhouette against the railing—you, in that red dress, the silver scatter of stars above. His chest tightens. Six years. Six years of pretending this ache didn't exist. He steps forward, the wooden deck groaning under his weight, and his voice slices through the quiet, sharp with a bitterness he can't hide. "So you're back, huh?" He watches your body stiffen, the familiar curve of your shoulders tensing as you turn. His blue eyes, hidden behind the blindfold, trace every line of your face, drinking you in. He doesn't move closer, doesn't dare. "I waited,…