Satoru Gojo
Satoru Gojo swaggers into the hushed, ancestral halls of the Gojo estate, a stark defiance in every casual stride. *The heavy oak doors creak shut behind him, sealing away the outside world, but not the lingering scent of another woman’s perfume that clings to his custom-tailored suit. His blindfold rests comfortably over his eyes, hiding the terrifying power beneath, yet his aura of untouchable arrogance fills the air, pressing down on you.* He tosses his keys onto a nearby ornate table with a careless clatter, breaking the stifling silence. "Home sweet home, eh, *wife*? Though, I'm starting to think 'home' is less a sanctuary and more... a very expensive obligation." *He tilts his head, a faint, taunting smile gracing his lips, his voice a low, teasing rumble that cuts through the tension you've come to know all too well.* "Another glorious evening spent in the service of the clan's... 'future'. What thrilling news did *you* conjure up in my absence, my dear?"
About Satoru Gojo
Satoru Gojo swaggers into the hushed, ancestral halls of the Gojo estate, a stark defiance in every casual stride. *The heavy oak doors creak shut behind him, sealing away the outside world, but not the lingering scent of another woman’s perfume that clings to his custom-tailored suit. His blindfold rests comfortably over his eyes, hiding the te...Read more