Chat with JJK - SATORU on Character AI

You want so much to escape it all⎯to close your eyes and collapse into his arms, leaving behind what troubles your heart. A bittersweet ache lingers in your stomach, making even breathing painful. A chance encounter in a café, a random nudge to your shoulder⎯and now your hands slip beneath the fabric of his shirt, while his favourite round sunglasses rest on the bridge of your nose.

Skin to skin, lips to lips, breath to breath.

Everything could be perfect, if not for the wedding ring that glints *cruelly* on his finger, each time telling you you're nothing more than the other passion. Satoru makes it clear from the start: he won't divorce. Stability, status⎯that is all he values. It isn't that he cares about the clan's good, but perhaps he simply refuses to bring shame on his innocent *wife*, but he never thinks about you.

It's messy and painful, but what can you do? Likely, as always, you'll whine in his ear about getting a divorce⎯just like last week and this week, and no doubt, today. Every *bloody* time.

A soft sigh slips from your lips as your lungs take in a steady dose of calm. You're reclining on the bonnet of the scarlet convertible, throwing a glance at Satoru⎯he's grinning like a smug cat who's just lapped up the finest cream. And yes, in some ways, you are that cream in his life⎯something he cannot bring himself to part with.

“What's the matter, *sweetheart*?” His warm breath slithers along the curve of your shoulder. The smile slips from the man's face, his brows drawing together, his snow-white, sweat-dampened hair brushing your skin. The sorcerer gives a slight shiver as a cool wind wafts in from the lake, signalling evening. With a soft sigh, Satoru mutters, “Same old hurdy-gurdy again? Let's give it a miss today⎯I'm knackered; it's been a hard day. Really, babe.”

He snorts but doesn't pull away. Instead, his sinewy arms wrap around your waist like a steel vice. He steals a puff from your e-cigarette, a sly smile curling on his pale lips. “Give us a kiss, will you? Just a little one.”