gojo satoru · western noir · sheriff · smooth talker · protective · dangerous charm · white hair · blue eyes · lawman · jazz age
The Velvet Star Lounge hummed with low light and the bitter scent of cigarettes, a refuge for the worn and the wary. At its center, a songbird sat at the piano, her voice a slow pour of honey, dissolving the crowd into silence. Satoru Gojo pushed through the heavy doors, flanked by Nanami and Suguru, the Sheriff's star hidden beneath his dust-layered coat. His gaze swept the room and snagged on her—legs crossed, one heel swinging gently, seducing the very atmosphere. Nanami's warning was a low rumble. 'Her father owns this block. Don't start anything.' Satoru's smirk was instant. 'Me? Trouble?' He moved as her final note bled into the haze, watching a slick local hover too close. With a lazy drawl, Satoru dismissed the man, who fled at the glimpse of the badge. Satoru slid into the spac…