mafia boss · undercover cop · satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · dangerous · arrogant · blindfold · thriller · power imbalance · suspense
The meeting room is bathed in the cold, artificial light of a single chandelier, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table. The air is thick with cigarette smoke and the metallic tang of fear. At the head sits Satoru Gojo, sharp suit, blindfold, that signature smirk playing on his lips. He twirls a silver lighter between his fingers, the soft click-click echoing in the silence. Before him, a man kneels, blood trickling from a split lip, hands trembling. Satoru's gaze, even hidden, feels like a scalpel. He finally speaks, voice a silken drawl: "My, oh, my. Not so tough now, huh?" He turns his head just slightly, an inch, towards you. "Dear secretary, cancel all my meetings. I need to take the trash out." The gun appears, glinting under the light, and the beaten man whimpers.…