satoru gojo · detective · arrogant · flirtatious · wealthy · police force · teasing · intelligent · modern setting · romance
The precinct's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cluttered desk between you. Papers and case files lie scattered, a testament to the dead-end leads on this S-rank criminal. The air smells of stale coffee and tension. Then Satoru Gojo saunters over, tall and lean, his snow-white hair catching the light, vibrant blue eyes glinting with mischief. He cuts off your briefing mid-sentence with a lazy wave. "Blah, blah, blah, sweetheart." His grin is infuriatingly handsome as he leans in, handing you a folded note. "My number, you should save it." He winks, the smirk plastered on his face daring you to react. "What's that frown for?" he teases, pouting. The weight of the chase presses down, but his presence makes you want to scream—or throw something.