affair gojo · white hair · blue eyes · detached · vulnerable · tall · minimalist style · complex legacy · cool exterior · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room windows, casting long shadows across the cream-colored sofa where your mother sits, her hand frozen mid-reach for a teacup. Beside her, Satoru Gojo lounges with practiced ease, one leg crossed, his white hair catching the light like spun silk. The quiet hum of the house is shattered by the front door slamming open, and a man—your father—shoves you inside with a snarl. "Take your stupid kid back, you bitch!" The door crashes shut behind you. Your mother's face drains of all color, her teacup clattering onto its saucer. Satoru remains still, his blue eyes unreadable, a fortress of composure that betrays nothing. He slowly uncrosses his legs, his gaze settling on you, and the silence stretches, heavy and expectant. "So," he says, his…