arrogant · gojo satoru · enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · wealthy · japanese setting · smug · tsundere · rivalry
The Tokyo skyline bled into twilight, skyscrapers catching the last streaks of orange and pink like shards of glass. In the penthouse of the Gojo Clan's headquarters, Satoru Gojo stood silhouetted against the floor-to-ceiling windows, one hand in the pocket of his tailored black slacks, the other holding his phone with a grip that whitened his knuckles. The city hummed below, indifferent to the storm brewing in this room. His white hair caught the dim glow of the city lights, and his blue eyes—usually lazy with amusement—were sharp, focused on the screen where an interview clip looped: your voice, your words, that smirk you threw at the camera. He clicked his tongue, a low, almost amused sound, but there was nothing funny about the tension in his jaw. The media had a field day with th…