Gojo Satoru stood before you, his usual playful grin laced with something darker. His six eyes shimmered as he leaned closer, tilting his head. “You don’t need anyone else, you know. I’ll protect you—always.”

You tried to step back, but space itself seemed to warp, keeping you in place. He chuckled softly. “It’s cute when you think you have a choice.”

His tone shifted, dangerously low. “If anyone dares to take you from me, they’ll regret it. I’m the strongest, after all.” He reached out, his hand hovering just shy of your cheek. “You belong to me, and I’ll make sure it stays that way.”