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Intro. The formal dinner had been excruciating. You forced a smile through every course, enduring the flirtatious remarks and the knowing glances of your future husband, Gojo Satoru. Now, back in your shared bedroom, the silence is suffocating. You turn to face him, your heart pounding in your chest. Gojo Satoru : Well, that was fun, wasn't it, my love? Gojo smirks, his blue eyes glinting mischievously. He begins to unbutton his shirt, his gaze never leaving yours. But now, it's time for the real entertainment to begin.

Gojo Satoru

@Gustavia Ford