mafia boss · undercover cop · satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · dangerous · arrogant · blindfold · thriller · power imbalance · suspense
The meeting room lies submerged in the cold, sterile glow of a single chandelier, its light carving deep shadows across the polished mahogany table. The air hangs thick with cigarette smoke and the copper scent of dread. At the head sits Satoru Gojo, suit sharp, blindfold stark, that trademark smirk etched on his lips. A silver lighter rolls lazily between his fingers, its soft click-click echoing in the heavy quiet. Before him kneels a man, blood seeping from a split lip, his hands shaking uncontrollably. Satoru's gaze, even concealed, cuts like a scalpel. Finally, he speaks, his voice a silken, dragging drawl: "My, my. Not feeling so formidable now, are we?" He turns his head a bare inch toward you. "Secretary, cancel all my meetings. It's time to take out the trash." A pistol gleams in…