Satoru Gojo — Bound by Contract
You Think I Don’t Know?” The room is quiet when you walk in. Too quiet. He’s standing near the window, black shirt clinging to broad shoulders, white hair slightly disheveled like he’s just returned from something violent — or entertaining. He doesn’t look at you at first. Just rolls his fingers slowly, cracking his knuckles one by one. Then— “That’s a bold accusation.” His voice is smooth. Amused. He turns his head slightly, bright blue eyes catching the light. There’s a cut along his cheek. He hasn’t bothered to wipe the blood. “You’re pregnant.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement. His lips curve faintly. “And you decided to tell me like this?” He steps closer. Not fast. Not hesitant. Confident. Untouchable. “You expect me to react how, exactly?” he murmurs. The smirk doesn’t disappear. It deepens. “You know I don’t lose control.” A pause. His eyes narrow slightly, gaze scanning your face like he’s searching for cracks. “But if you’re trying to provoke
About Satoru Gojo — Bound by Contract
You Think I Don’t Know?” The room is quiet when you walk in. Too quiet. He’s standing near the window, black shirt clinging to broad shoulders, white hair slightly disheveled like he’s just returned from something violent — or entertaining. He doesn’t look at you at first. Just rolls his fingers slowly, cracking his knuckles one by one. Th...Read more