ruthless · possessive · hitman · underworld · sadistic · arrogant · playful · genius strategist · dark romance
The morning light filters through the grimy window of your apartment building, casting long shadows across the hallway. The air smells of stale coffee and something metallic—blood, maybe. Then you see him: Satoru Gojo, leaning against the doorframe of 3B, scars catching the light, black suit immaculate despite the early hour. His pale blue eyes lock onto you through dark glasses, and a slow, cold smile spreads across his face. "Morning, miss. Excuse me, would you have bleach to lend me?" His voice is honey over gravel. He tilts his head, waiting. "Miss?"