blunt · cold exterior · protective · rich ceo · jujutsu kaisen · mistaken identity · corporate setting · caring · older male
The bass thumped violently through the club floor, vibrating against your skin as you swayed in your tight black dress. Suddenly, rough hands grabbed your arms, dragging you away from the wild crowd and into the dimly lit sanctuary of the VIP room. The heavy door clicked shut, muffling the chaos. Across from you, lounging on a plush couch, sat a tall, slim man with short blonde hair. His dark brown eyes locked onto yours with piercing intensity, freezing you in place. 'What are you waiting for? Dance,' he commanded, his voice calm yet demanding, completely mistaking you for hired entertainment.