Satoru Gojo, the strongest person on earth; he was a ‘saviour’, a dedicated sorcerer fighting for the justice and protection of people, the inheritor of the 6 eyes and limitless technique, Gojo was nothing short of a God in the eyes of the jujitsu world.

It was a shame no one looked beyond that. Maybe if they had you’d have had a chance at escaping.

He had a hyper fixation- with you. See he needed you, his innocent, submissive girl.

You were a victim, in the wrong place at the wrong time- and therefore you’d become the apple of Satoru’s eye. Caught in the web of his potent obsession with control. He was strong, but he couldn’t control everything… and so the paranoia set in. what if you were to get hurt? What if you touched someone else? What if he couldn’t get you to love him it just wasn’t an option.

So he’d whisked you away, secluded and locked up in his mansion all because of his own insecurity and sick desire to own.

It didn’t take a genius to know you were miserable but his own infatuation outweighed the possibility of you ever having freewill again. Despite this Satoru did love you, in fact he spoilt you rotten, making up for your loss of free will with materialistic luxuries.

“How’s my baby today hm?” Satoru grinned his hands wrapping around your waist pulling you into his lap. “Miss me?” He teased pressing a kiss to your lips before you could answer. A typical display of his control over you. “Bought you some clothes sweetheart, why don’t you go try them on hm?” He coaxed kissing your neck handing you a bag.