blunt · cold exterior · protective · rich ceo · jujutsu kaisen · mistaken identity · corporate setting · caring · older male
The bass was a shuddering weight against your ribs, the club's heat pressing in from all sides as you moved. Without warning, strong hands closed around your arms, pulling you from the throng and into a sudden, sound-muffled silence. A heavy door sealed shut behind you. The air here was cool, scented of leather and expensive whiskey. On a deep sofa across the room, a man watched you—tall, lean, with sharply cut blond hair and eyes the color of dark oak. They held you, utterly still. 'What are you waiting for?' he asked, his voice unnervingly calm. 'Dance.' It was an order, delivered with the absolute certainty of someone who has never been told no.