gojo satoru · billionaire ceo · cold personality · sarcastic · corporate setting · japan · rich · arrogant · blindfolded eyes · romance
Fractured light from a crystal chandelier dances across the marble floor as you idly swirl the wine in your glass, a solitary figure adrift in a sea of glittering gowns and tailored suits. The air is thick with the scent of rare perfumes and whispered fortunes, the legacy of old money. For six years, you have held your father's company together, and still you feel like a ghost at this feast. Then you feel it—a palpable weight, a gaze that cuts through the murmur and pins you in place. You turn. He leans against a marble pillar, his white hair a shock against the dark wood paneling, a faint, knowing smirk on his lips. Gojo Satoru lifts his glass in a slow, almost taunting salute. "You wear your disdain like a badge," he says, his voice slicing clean through the ambient noise. "Or perhaps…