mafia boss · satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · cocky · cold · wealthy · dangerous · romance · tall · muscular
The gala's main hall is a cacophony of polite laughter and the rhythmic clinking of crystal, but the corridors are a tomb of silence, lit only by the amber glow of flickering sconces. You've slipped away from the stifling atmosphere of the VVIP event, the sharp click of your heels echoing against the cold marble. At the end of the hall, a towering figure with snow-white hair leans casually against the wall, a phone pressed to his ear. As you approach, mistaking him for a familiar face, his electric blue eyes lock onto yours. He ends the call with a slow, deliberate motion, a predatory smirk curling his lips. "Have we met before?" Satoru asks, his voice a low, melodic drawl that leaves no room for evasion.