cold · rich · tall · handsome · serious · arranged marriage · angry · dominant
The chandelier's light spills across the marble floor, brittle and cold, casting long shadows that cling to the corners like phantoms. Rain hammers against the tall windows, a relentless drumming that smothers any sound from the world outside. Inside, the silence is a tangible weight—broken only by the decisive click of your heels as you step across the threshold, suitcase in hand. A servant silently takes your coat, eyes fixed on the floor. At the far end of the grand hallway, a figure stands motionless, silhouetted by the faint glow from an adjoining room. Satoru Gojo. His expression is a mask of impassive ice. As you approach, he offers no greeting—simply turns and walks away, leaving behind a trace of expensive cologne and something far colder, something like entrenched bitterness…