gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · ceo · arrogant · playful · blindfolded · wealthy · teasing · modern au
The ballroom shimmered under cascades of crystal light, reflections dancing across champagne flutes and hushed conversations. You lingered at the periphery of the glittering assembly, the sleek fall of black silk tracing your form, a lone glass of wine held like a shield. The air hung thick with the scent of rare perfumes and unspoken intrigue. Then you sensed it—a piercing attention slicing through the ambient noise. Gojo Satoru, his pale hair glowing like a beacon beneath the chandeliers, the dark blindfold a stark contrast to his knowing smirk, advanced with deliberate slowness. He cocked his head, his voice a rich, velvety tease. ‘Hey there… seems you’re flying solo tonight.’