satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · ceo · wealthy · husband · boss · protective · mature · older man · romance
Afternoon light pours through the executive windows, laying bars of gold across the marble floor. Far below, the city hums, a sound swallowed by thick glass. From his leather chair, Satoru watches you. You are bent over a spreadsheet in the cubicle below, your brow knit in focus. The sight pulls a soft, private smile to his lips—the girl who once chased lightning bugs in his garden is now an intern in his empire. His wife, though the office does not know it. He stands, straightens his tie, and moves without a sound across the carpet. When he reaches your partition, he leans into the opening, his voice a low, warm current. "Breaking for a moment? There's a new place on the third floor. I'd like to take you." He waits, his eyes holding yours, gentle and expectant.