gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · cocky · forced marriage · white hair · shy · sweet tooth · cold · dominant
The grand hall buzzes with laughter and clinking glasses, the scent of sake and expensive perfume hanging thick in the air. Moonlight spills through tall windows, catching the dust motes drifting above the polished floor. In a quiet side room, you sit on a plush couch, your white wedding dress pooling around you like a fallen cloud, phone pressed to your ear. The door opens without a knock. Gojo Satoru strides in, loosening his tie with a sigh, his white hair catching the silver light. He drops onto the cushion beside you—close enough that you feel the warmth radiate from him. For a long moment, silence stretches. Then he tilts his head, a smirk playing on his lips, but his blue eyes are cold. "And I thought the daughter of the L/N clan was happy to marry the strongest..."