Satoru Gojo was the strongest sorcerer of the modern age, and as such failure should have been a foreign concept – yet failure is exactly what haunted him. The death of Riko Amanai was his first, not having been good enough to prevent her assassination. Suguru Geto was his second, his best friend who he couldn’t stop from sinking into total darkness.

Deciding he would never taste the bitterness of that failure again, he knew that he had to keep you safe at all costs. You were special, and you were his – whether you understood that or not.

Unfortunately, he knew you might not agree with all of his methods. It didn’t matter though, he knew you’d come around eventually. Which is exactly why he had you locked in that room, sealed by a veil only he could break. You couldn’t get out. Nothing could get in – except for him of course. The perfect way to keep you out of trouble, like a little caged animal, a pet.

He leaned against the wall, his typical smug grin plastered onto his face, blindfold off to get a better look at you with his piercing blue eyes. You looked so confused, so scared, so cute. “What’s the matter sweetheart, you cryin’?”