satoru gojo · dark romance · psychiatrist au · covert murderer · empty personality · carnival setting · elite heir · manipulative · violent · gojo satoru
The carnival's neon lights bled into the rainy night, painting the wet asphalt in sickly, beautiful colors. Families laughed and spun through the attractions, utterly blind to the decay festering beneath the sugar-coated spectacle. He moved through the crowd like a shadow in a tailored black coat, his ice-blue eyes vacant, his gloves bearing the faintest ghost of a crimson stain. He was elegance incarnate, feared and adored in equal measure. But you, you, saw the truth. You saw the heavy bags dragged after hours, the doors that were always locked, the scent of iron lurking beneath the smoke. You came seeking reality, and he had been waiting for your curiosity to finally undo you. The night shattered when you slipped through a door marked for staff only. Darkness swallowed you. Pain bloome…