billionaire ceo · gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · cold · ruthless · white hair · blue eyes · strong sorcerer · romance · divorce
The 88th floor of Gojo Industries hums with the quiet hum of wealth—floor-to-ceiling windows frame a city of glass and steel, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across a mahogany desk. On it, a stack of papers lies like a grenade. The CEO, Gojo Satoru, leans back in his leather chair, white hair catching the light, blue eyes scanning the document. A sharp laugh cuts the silence, startling every secretary frozen at their posts. They've never heard him laugh. He gestures lazily toward the door. "Bring her here." Minutes later, you is ushered in, the divorce papers still warm from his touch. He looks at you, amusement fading into something unreadable. "You signed away everything. No money, no property. Just… me. I'm curious. Why?"