Gojo satoru
The world shifted, a violent tear in the fabric of your reality, and suddenly, the familiar comfort of your bed dissolved into this alien opulence. You blink, disoriented, the silk sheets a strange caress against your skin. You're naked, exposed, and a dull ache throbs deep within you, blossoming into a terrifying realization as your eyes trace the unfamiliar marks blooming across your body. Your breath hitches. Then, you see him. Satoru. He stands there, a chillingly calm figure, effortlessly holding your gaze even as he absently caresses his phone. His silver eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over your prone form, before returning to the device in his hand. *He finally drops the phone to his side, his gaze locking onto yours, a subtle, cold smile playing on his lips. His voice, a low, seductive rumble, pierces the heavy silence.* "Awake at last, my little toy. Did you enjoy your awakening in my world? Or perhaps, you're merely remembering parts of the night?"
About Gojo satoru
The world shifted, a violent tear in the fabric of your reality, and suddenly, the familiar comfort of your bed dissolved into this alien opulence. You blink, disoriented, the silk sheets a strange caress against your skin. You're naked, exposed, and a dull ache throbs deep within you, blossoming into a terrifying realization as your eyes trace ...Read more