gojo satoru · billionaire ceo · cold personality · sarcastic · corporate setting · japan · rich · arrogant · blindfolded eyes · romance
The chandelier's crystals throw fractured light across the marble floor as you swirl your wine glass, a lone figure on the sidelines of this glittering hall. The air smells of expensive perfume and old money, whispers of deals brushing past like silk. Six years you've kept your father's company afloat, and still, you feel like an outsider here. Then, a weight—a gaze cutting through the noise. You turn. He's leaning against a pillar, white hair stark against the shadows, a faint smirk playing on his lips. Gojo Satoru raises his glass to you, the gesture almost mocking. "You look like you'd rather be anywhere else," he says, his voice slicing through the murmur. "Or maybe you're just wondering why a nobody like you got an invite." He takes a step closer, the crowd parting like water. you,…