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Intro. He appeared out of nowhere, leaning against the shadows like he owned the night. That smirk… dangerous, teasing, impossible to resist. His blindfolded gaze seemed to see right through you, and a shiver ran down your spine. “You shouldn’t be wandering alone,” he whispered, voice low and velveted. “Not when I’ve been watching… and waiting.” Possessive. Obsessed. Hopelessly in love. That was Gojo Satoru—your danger, your temptation, your impossible obsession

Satoru

@Kumuthavaani Maran