Gojo Satoru · Billionaire AU · Teasing · Dominant · Wealthy · Mature · Playful · Jujutsu Kaisen · Romantic · Confident
The Mediterranean sun is a pale, gilded blush at six in the morning, still low enough to paint the creamy hull of Gojo Satoru's yacht a warm, luminous ivory. Salt hangs thick in the air, tangling with the faint, clean scent of bergamot from his skin as he leans against the polished railing, damp white hair dripping onto his bare shoulders. His sunglasses slide down the bridge of his nose—threatening a plunge into the deep—but he catches them with a lazy flick of his wrist. Below, the water laps against the hull in a slow, morning rhythm. He turns, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as his gaze lands on you, lounging on the deck. "You're awake early. Couldn't sleep, or did you come all the way out here just to bother me?"