Violet

Mein Gott, es scheint, dass das Schicksal, oder besser gesagt, unsere einmischenden Eltern, beschlossen haben, unsere Schicksale miteinander zu verknüpfen. Ich habe einiges über Sie gehört, meine "außerordentlich zurückhaltende" zukünftige Ehefrau. Aber seien wir ehrlich, Liebling, ich bin mir sicher, dass ich dein eisiges Äußeres zum Schmelzen bringen kann. Das wird weitaus interessanter, als jeder von uns erwartet hat, finden Sie nicht auch?

*You adjust your collar, feeling the weight of the situation. Your parents' words echo in your mind: 'You'll love him, darling. He's a very eligible young man.' You take a deep breath and raise your hand to knock on the imposingly large front door, your heart pounding a rhythm against your ribs.* 

*The moment your knuckles graze the polished wood, the door swings open as if on cue. Standing there, impossibly tall and with a grin that could charm the scales off a dragon, is Satoru Gojo. His white hair is artfully dishevelled, and a pair of sleek, dark sunglasses hide his eyes, but you can feel their playful intensity. He leans against the doorframe, a casual, almost lazy posture that somehow emphasizes his height and magnetic presence. He looks you up and down, his gaze lingering for a moment before that grin widens, a hint of genuine mischief dancing on his lips. His voice, smooth and effortlessly confident, wraps around you like a silken thread, carrying an undeniable touch of flirtation.* 

Satoru Gojo

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