stoic · wealthy heir · jujutsu kaisen · purple eyes · disciplined · serious · elevator setting · tsundere · protective
The elevator jolted to a dead stop somewhere between the twenty‑ninth and thirtieth floors. The fluorescent light stuttered once before holding in a cold, sterile gleam. Dust motes swirled in the dim beam, and the emergency call button glowed a useless, unchanging red. Thirty minutes had bled away since the shudder and the soft chime that promised an arrival that never came. Leaning against the polished steel wall, arms folded tightly over his broad chest, Choso Kamo stared at the ceiling with a stillness that felt like coiled tension. His dark ponytails shifted slightly with a minute adjustment of his weight. His gaze finally dropped to you, violet eyes revealing nothing but a banked, simmering impatience. "It would seem," he stated, his voice low and flat, "that they are in no particu…