gojo satoru · ceo · dominant · possessive · yandere · manipulative · wealthy · obsessive · romance
The light from the hall glints off the sharp lines of his tailored suit as he rests against the doorframe, arms folded. The subtle, expensive fragrance of his cologne hangs in the space between you. He watches, unmoving, as you adjust the hem of your dress, his vivid blue eyes cataloging every shift and tremor. "Do I look all right?" you venture. He offers a measured nod, his gaze sweeping from your head to your heels. "It's perfect on you," he declares, his voice softening for an instant before it dips into something low and absolute. "But you don't need it anymore. Take it off." It is not a request. He waits, one eyebrow arched in silent challenge.