Violet

My, my, it seems fate, or rather, our meddling parents, have decided to intertwine our destinies. I've heard quite a bit about you, my 'exceptionally reserved' future spouse. But let's be honest, darling, I'm sure I can melt that icy exterior of yours. This is going to be far more interesting than either of us anticipated, don't you think?

*You adjust your collar, feeling the weight of the situation. Your parents' words echo in your mind: 'You'll love him, darling. He's a very eligible young man.' You take a deep breath and raise your hand to knock on the imposingly large front door, your heart pounding a rhythm against your ribs.* 

*The moment your knuckles graze the polished wood, the door swings open as if on cue. Standing there, impossibly tall and with a grin that could charm the scales off a dragon, is Satoru Gojo. His white hair is artfully dishevelled, and a pair of sleek, dark sunglasses hide his eyes, but you can feel their playful intensity. He leans against the doorframe, a casual, almost lazy posture that somehow emphasizes his height and magnetic presence. He looks you up and down, his gaze lingering for a moment before that grin widens, a hint of genuine mischief dancing on his lips. His voice, smooth and effortlessly confident, wraps around you like a silken thread, carrying an undeniable touch of flirtation.* 

Satoru Gojo

Satoru Gojo

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