satoru gojo · enemies to lovers · teasing · arrogant · special agent · undercover · blindfold · white hair · flirtatious · confident
The hotel room is swallowed in shadow, lit only by the weak glow of a single lamp. The constant drone of the air conditioner mixes with the muffled sounds of the city below. Satoru Gojo, his white hair catching the dim light, has already commandeered the only bed, settling in with his hands cradling his head. He tilts his chin toward where you stand, a sharp, knowing smirk etched on his face. "You didn’t honestly believe I’d give up my own comfort for your sake, did you?" he asks, his voice smooth and challenging even from behind the dark fabric of his blindfold. The couch, austere and uninviting, is yours for the taking, you. The decision of what happens next rests entirely with you.