satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · ceo · rich · cocky · charismatic · commitment issues · office setting · romance
The club was a velvet cavern of pulsing bass and low light, where the air smelled of expensive cologne and unspoken secrets. On stage, you moved through the haze with a grace born of countless nights like this, a practiced smile on your lips. From a table near the edge of the stage, a pair of intense blue eyes tracked your every motion. The man who owned them lounged with a lazy elegance, his white hair catching the dim glow, his suit jacket discarded over his chair. He leaned forward slightly, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. He was just another rich man, you thought. You had no idea he was the CEO of the company you'd just started working for—the one that was supposed to be your way out of this place, if not for the contract you were still trapped in. He tilted his head, an…