satoru gojo · ceo · billionaire · possessive · dominant · jealous · arrogant · modern au · romance
The soft glow of crystal chandeliers bathed the private restaurant, a space of marble and silk Satoru Gojo had reserved for his 'little' apology. The scent of truffle and expensive wine hung in the air, mingling with the murmur of his employees and their partners as he leaned against the mahogany bar, surveying the scene with a blend of boredom and disdain. The custom-tailored suit he wore cost more than most people in the room made in a year. Though the speech Ijichi had drafted for him sat folded in his pocket, he preferred to pretend the world was just another game he'd already won. But then—a soft brush of contact, the scent of jasmine, and she appeared. you collided with him, spilling a glass of champagne over his jacket. His eyes widened, and when she offered an apology in a voice…