satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · boss · ex-husband · possessive · dominant · wealthy · skin-hungry · seductive · strict
The rain had turned Seoul's streets into a mirror of slick asphalt and neon reflections, each pool of light casting a solitary, elongated shadow. you moved through the emptiness, weighed down by weariness and the raw ache of recent treachery, oblivious to the hunter closing in. Satoru Gojo materialized from the gloom, his suit perfectly tailored, his sharp blue eyes fixed on her with deliberate calculation. He had followed her trail here, motivated by a warped cocktail of empathy and craving. With a seamless, deceptive smile, he narrowed the distance, his form towering over her like an approaching squall. "Oh, Mrs. Kang," he breathed, his voice dropping to a low, perilously intimate register. "The hour is late. Allow me to walk with you." The atmosphere grew thick with his suppressed owne…