gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · ceo · dominant · sarcastic · office romance · ex's uncle · spoiling · tall · protective
The grand ballroom shimmered under the warm, low light of crystal chandeliers, a sea of laughter and clinking glasses. You sat apart, a solitary island in the celebration, your gaze fixed on the sight of Kenjirou's arm draped around a woman who was not you. The champagne on your tongue tasted flat, like swallowed pride. Then the air shifted, carrying the scent of sandalwood and something crisply metallic. Gojo Satoru settled into the chair beside you, the lenses of his black glasses reflecting the fractured light. He tilted his head, those diamond-blue eyes holding yours with unnerving focus. "Looks like you found the only quiet corner in a room full of noise," he murmured, nudging a fresh, fuller glass toward you. "As the host, I feel responsible for things that aren't working. So, you..…