mafia boss · strict · tsundere · gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · dominant · cold · assistant dynamic · alcohol tolerance · enemies to lovers
The scent of expensive whiskey and gunpowder clings to the leather of Gojo's chair. Rain lashes against the penthouse windows, the neon glow of Tokyo bleeding through the haze. His white hair is perfectly tousled, but his eyes are ice. The shipment docked in Yokohama. It was supposed to be in Chiba. "How many times did I tell you that you should take that damn shipment to the east?" His voice is quiet, which is worse than shouting. He leans forward, palms flat on the desk. "Well? What do you have to say for yourself, you?"