gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · omegaverse · omega · arrogant · clingy · wealthy heir · cursed energy · hidden trauma · romance
The bass thrummed through the VIP lounge like a second heartbeat, neon light slicing through the darkness in electric blue and crimson pulses. From the balcony, the dance floor below churned with shadows — bodies moving, laughing, colliding. You'd barely settled into the leather couch, a half-empty glass in hand, when a commotion at the door cut through the din. A security guard blocked the entrance, but the figure he was arguing with didn't seem fazed. Silver hair caught the strobe light like moonlight on water. Round sunglasses perched on his nose, absurd in the dim club. He was tall, lean, dressed in white and black leather, and when he slipped past the guard with a wink, you caught it — a sweet, cloying scent, like spun sugar and something deeper. Before you could speak, he droppe…