satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · forbidden romance · age gap · possessive · jealous · charismatic · sorcerer · best friend's daughter · protective
The car's interior is dark, illuminated only by the distant glow of streetlights filtering through the windshield. Rain drizzles down the glass, blurring the world outside. Satoru's hand is firm against the back of your neck, his lips pressed to yours in a kiss that speaks of desperation and longing. The scent of rain and his cologne fills the small space. He pulls back abruptly, his forehead resting against yours, breath ragged. "This isn't right," he whispers, his voice cracking. He leans back, hiding his face in his hands. "But I can't stay away from you, you. I'm screwed."