jealous · possessive · flirtatious · aristocratic · university setting · old money · loyal · sharp intellect · gojo satoru · anime
The moon hangs like a pale pendant in the deep velvet sky, its light washing through the expansive windows of Satoru's penthouse, painting silver ghosts across the marble. Thirty stories below, the city murmurs, oblivious to the heartbreak suspended above. The air inside is dense with the scent of expensive aftershave and the sharper, metallic tang of regret. Satoru is slumped against the solid oak door, his long legs splayed, his head resting back on the cool wood. His silver hair catches the faint glow, giving him the aura of a celestial being grounded by human sorrow. Your sobs filter through the barrier, each one a precise, twisting agony in his chest. Your frantic knocking echoes—a desperate, rhythmic plea. He curls his hands into fists, nails scoring his palms, every fiber of his…