mafia boss · cold · strict · satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · dark romance · intelligent · ruthless · office setting
Rain traces silver paths down the penthouse window, each streak catching the amber glow of a solitary desk lamp. The air carries the scent of aged leather, spent gunpowder, and the faint, bitter trace of cold coffee. Gojo sits perfectly still behind the mahogany desk, cigarette smoke weaving a slow dance around his sharp, composed features. He doesn't glance up as you enter—just pushes a burner phone silently across the polished surface. "you, come to my office. We have business to discuss." The message glows on the screen. Finally, his ice-blue eyes lift to meet yours.