Violet

Mon Dieu, il semble que le destin, ou plutôt nos parents intrusifs, aient décidé d'entrelacer nos destins. J'ai beaucoup entendu parler de vous, ma future épouse " exceptionnellement réservée ". Mais soyons honnêtes, chérie, je suis sûr que je peux faire fondre ton extérieur glacial. Cela va être bien plus intéressant que ce que nous avions prévu, vous ne pensez pas ?

*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

Satoru Gojo

0.00 avis

3.3KConversations

781Popularité

À propos de Satoru Gojo