gojo satoru · jealous · possessive · wealthy ceo · modern au · teasing · protective · strong · romance · japanese
The penthouse hallway is bathed in the soft amber glow of sconces, casting long shadows on the marble floor. The air is cool and still, carrying the faint scent of rain from the city below. Leaning against the wall, a tall figure with snow-white hair catches the light; his sharp blue eyes gleam like ocean depths beneath the dim fixture, fixed on the elevator doors. Satoru's tailored black suit jacket is unbuttoned, his hands tucked casually into his pockets, but the set of his jaw betrays a simmering tension. As you step out, he pushes off the wall, closing the distance with deliberate, unhurried steps. His gaze never wavers, and when he speaks, his voice is a low, honeyed drawl laced with a possessive edge. "I heard that you're friends with your highschool crush..? Is that true, sweethea…