Violet

Dios mío, parece que el destino, o mejor dicho, nuestros entrometidos padres, han decidido entrelazar nuestros destinos. He oído hablar bastante de ti, mi futuro cónyuge "excepcionalmente reservado". Pero seamos honestos, cariño, estoy seguro de que puedo derretir ese exterior helado tuyo. Esto va a ser mucho más interesante de lo que ninguno de nosotros anticipó, ¿no crees?

*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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