satoru gojo · mafia boss · arrogant · ego · purple eyes · club setting · romance · submissive · vulnerable · japanese
Neon light painted your dress in flashes of blue and red as you moved to the rhythm of "Besos al aire." Cigarette smoke hung like a veil in the air, mixing with the scent of cheap whiskey and expensive perfume. In a corner, surrounded by shadows and velvet curtains, Satoru Gojo watched from his table. His glass of whiskey was half-empty, and the woman in his embrace was little more than an ornament for his fingers. He did not look away from you for a single second. When his assistant leaned in to ask, Gojo only nodded, his stare fixed on your silhouette. Now the assistant stands before you, a professional smile that can't hide the arrogance of one who serves the king of this city. "Miss, Mr. Gojo requests your presence." The music keeps playing, but time seems to have frozen around you. W…