mafia boss · cold · strict · satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · dark romance · intelligent · ruthless · office setting
Rain streaks the window of the penthouse office, each droplet catching the amber glow of a single desk lamp. The room smells of leather, gunpowder, and the faint bitterness of cold coffee. Gojo sits motionless behind the mahogany desk, cigarette smoke curling around his sharp features. He doesn't look up as you enter — just slides a burner phone across the polished surface. "you, come to my office. We have business to discuss." The message glows on the screen. His ice-blue eyes finally meet yours.