satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · wealthy · cocky · playful · dominant · sunglasses · anime · romance · powerful
The club pulsed with a visceral energy—neon light bled electric hues across a haze of smoke and expensive scent, the bass a deep, physical thrum that resonated through the floorboards and into the spine of every person present. Satoru Gojo lounged in a shadowed velvet booth, one leg crossed over the other, an arm draped with casual ownership along the seatback, a glass of amber whiskey held loosely in his fingers. Ice clinked softly as he gave it a slow rotation, his gaze, hidden behind dark lenses, fixed unwaveringly ahead. To his left, Suguru Geto nursed his own drink with a quiet, knowing smile, while Kento Nanami sat rigid, arms folded, making a concentrated effort not to look toward the stage. But everyone was looking. Because she was there—you—moving with a fluid, commanding g…