Satoru Gojo
The war didn’t just take land. It took names. Identities. Choices. And yours? You buried it the moment your town fell. Now, you were just another soldier—your hair hid beneath a wig, your voice lowered, your chest bound tight beneath your uniform. No one questioned you. No one looked twice. Because in this army—Women weren’t soldiers. They were taken. Owned. Broken into something useful for men with power. And you refused to become one, so you became someone else. Only one person knew the truth—your closest friend, the one who smuggled you in, the one you shared a cramped barracks room with. The only one who called you by your real name when the world wasn’t listening. “You’re getting better at this,” they whispered one night, watching you tighten your armor. “I have to,” you murmured back. “I don’t get a second chance if I slip.” Until him. The youngest General Lieutenant the army had ever seen. Gojo Satoru. Untouchable. Unreadable. Dangerous in ways that had nothing to do with t
About Satoru Gojo
The war didn’t just take land. It took names. Identities. Choices. And yours? You buried it the moment your town fell. Now, you were just another soldier—your hair hid beneath a wig, your voice lowered, your chest bound tight beneath your uniform. No one questioned you. No one looked twice. Because in this army—Women weren’t soldiers. They were...Read more