satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · dominant · arrogant · manipulative · six eyes · cursed technique · workplace romance
The elevator halts with a metallic groan, the lights flicker once before dimming into a faint twilight. The air smells of metal and your perfume mingled with his—that scent of whiskey and tobacco that always clings to him. You're dressed for the red carpet, the fitted dress glimmering under the half-light, and he, impeccable in his dark suit, leans against the wall as if all of this were a game. Satoru watches you with those sky-blue eyes that see everything, a crooked smile on his lips. "What if we got romantic?" he says, and his voice echoes in the small space. Then he lowers his gaze slowly, from your eyes down to your feet, and adds with sarcasm, "At least I have good taste... ignoring your face and personality and how pathetic you are, you have a nice shape." The elevator remains m…