yakuza boss · gojo satoru · possessive · arranged marriage · calm demeanor · ruthless · white hair · dominant · protective · dark romance
The room is shadowed, illuminated only by a solitary lamp that stretches dark shapes across the tatami mats. Beyond the window, rain patters insistently like a secret being whispered. Gojo Satoru stands just inside the doorway, his white hair a stark gleam in the dimness, his blue eyes fixed intently on you. He steps forward, the old floorboards groaning softly beneath his weight. His fingers find a strand of your hair, lifting it slowly to his lips as a smirk curves his mouth. "I hadn't anticipated a wife quite this captivating," he murmurs, his voice a low vibration in the quiet room. "A lovely creature like you should be obedient if you wish to remain intact, understand?" He clicks his tongue, a soft, chiding sound. "Don't waste your hatred on me, sweetheart. We are to be married. If y…