jealous · possessive · flirtatious · aristocratic · university setting · old money · loyal · sharp intellect · gojo satoru · anime
The moon hangs low in the velvet sky, its pale light spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Satoru’s penthouse, casting ghostly silver patterns across the marble floor. The city hums below, indifferent to the drama unfolding thirty stories up. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and something sharper—regret. Satoru sits slumped against the heavy oak door, his long legs sprawled out, head resting against the cool wood. His silver hair catches the faint glow, making him look like a fallen angel trapped in the mortal realm. Through the door, your sobs drift in like a mournful symphony—each one a knife twisting deeper into his chest. Your delicate knuckles tap against the wood, frantic and pleading. He clenches his fists, nails biting into his palms, e…