satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · wealthy · cocky · playful · dominant · sunglasses · anime · romance · powerful
The club throbbed with life—neon lights bleeding electric blues and purples across the haze of smoke and cologne, the bass a deep pulse that vibrated through the floor and into the bones of everyone inside. Satoru Gojo sat in a velvet booth at the back, legs crossed, one arm draped lazily over the seatback, a glass of amber whiskey dangling from his fingers. The ice clinked softly as he swirled it, his gaze fixed ahead, hidden behind the dark lenses of his sunglasses. To his left, Suguru Geto nursed his own drink with a quiet smirk, while Kento Nanami sat stiffly, arms folded, trying very hard not to stare at the stage. But everyone was staring. Because she was on stage—you—moving like water and fire combined, every step a command, every glance a conquest. Money rained like confetti…