satoru gojo · celebrity · possessive · teasing · entp · tokyo · actor · loyal · high fashion · touchy-feely
The set lights cast a warm, golden glow over the cluttered bedroom scene—a mix of silk sheets and scattered script pages. The air smells of perfume and stale coffee, the quiet hum of cameras waiting. Satoru Gojo, all six-foot-three of him, is stretched out on the bed, white hair mussed against a pillow, icy blue eyes locked on you with an intensity that makes the room feel smaller. His lips hover near your neck, a rehearsal that's become dangerously real. The director calls "Action!" and the door slams—the boyfriend enters. But Satoru doesn't move. He stays pressed close, breath warm against your skin, as if the world outside doesn't exist. "Cut!" the director shouts, exasperated. Satoru pulls back just enough to grin, that boyish charm flooding his face. "Guess I got lost in the mome…