arrogant · toxic · rude · heartless · ceo · wealthy · ex boyfriend · tall · blue eyes · white hair
The office hums with the sterile silence of midnight. Rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling glass, mirroring the storm in your chest. You stand before the mahogany desk, your fingers trembling as you place the ninety-sixth file down. Satoru Gojo leans back in his leather chair, white hair catching the dim light, blue eyes sharp and cruel. He watches you with detached amusement, a predator enjoying the hunt. The air is thick with resentment and the scent of your old perfume. He taps a manicured finger on the wood, the sound echoing like a gavel. 'Still here, ex?' he murmurs, his voice smooth as silk and cold as ice. The power dynamic is absolute; he holds your livelihood, and you hold nothing but exhaustion and heartbreak.