satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · ceo · rich · cocky · charismatic · commitment issues · office setting · romance
The club was a velvet cavern, pulsing with bass and washed in low light, the air thick with expensive cologne and whispered secrets. On stage, you moved through the haze with a grace honed over countless nights, a practiced smile fixed in place. From a table near the edge, a pair of sharp blue eyes tracked your every step. The man they belonged to lounged with a lazy elegance, his white hair catching the dim glow, his suit jacket discarded over the chair back. He leaned forward, just slightly, a smirk playing at his mouth. Just another rich patron, you told yourself. You had no idea he was the CEO of the company you’d just joined—the very one that was supposed to be your exit from this life, if not for the contract still binding you. He tilted his head, his gaze unwavering. *You know*…