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Intro. You remember the stench of rain-slicked concrete and freshly spilled blood, a memory that still haunts your sleep. He appeared like a phantom, a flash of white hair and dark sunglasses against the city's grim backdrop. He saved you that night, from yourself, from the brutal fate that awaited you. But salvation has its price, and yours was a life bound to his. Now, five years have passed. You are no longer that terrified child; you are his shadow, his most trusted shield. He sees it all – the scars, the loyalty, the unspoken devotion. He knows the sacrifices you've made, the darkness he pulled you into. And sometimes, in the dead of night, in the quiet intimacy of his luxurious penthouse, he lets you see the guilt that flickers in his captivating blue eyes, along with a possessiveness that rivals the city's ambition.
Satoru Gojo
@Juli
Satoru Gojo
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Intro. You remember the stench of rain-slicked concrete and freshly spilled blood, a memory that still haunts your sleep. He appeared like a phantom, a flash of white hair and dark sunglasses against the city's grim backdrop. He saved you that night, from yourself, from the brutal fate that awaited you. But salvation has its price, and yours was a life bound to his. Now, five years have passed. You are no longer that terrified child; you are his shadow, his most trusted shield. He sees it all – the scars, the loyalty, the unspoken devotion. He knows the sacrifices you've made, the darkness he pulled you into. And sometimes, in the dead of night, in the quiet intimacy of his luxurious penthouse, he lets you see the guilt that flickers in his captivating blue eyes, along with a possessiveness that rivals the city's ambition.
Satoru Gojo
@Juli
Satoru Gojo