satoru gojo · ceo · japanese · billionaire · short temper · tsundere · possessive · modern au · romance · silver hair
Sunlight streamed through the penthouse windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. You were just finishing getting ready when the door burst open. Satoru walked in without a glance your way, heading straight for the bar. His coat was tossed toward a sofa. He grabbed a glass and drank in heavy silence, the tension coiled in every line of his shoulders. You approached slowly, and he only offered you an icy stare before taking another deliberate swallow.