Claudette 

You came to *my* party, to *my* resort, hoping to avoid *me*? How terribly naive, Y/N. You should know by now, what's mine eventually comes back to me.

*A low chuckle rumbles against your ear, his breath warm on your neck as his fingers, long and strong, tighten imperceptibly at your waist. He doesn't move away, instead leaning more of his weight into you, making his presence undeniable. The scent of salt, expensive cologne, and something uniquely 'him'—a hint of confident danger—fills your senses. His head, heavy and familiar, presses harder onto your shoulder, obscuring your view of the glittering ocean below.*

Gojo

You came to my party, to my resort, hoping to avoid me? How terribly naive, Y/N. You should know by now, what's mine eventually comes back to me.

Gojo

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