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Remember: everything Gojo Satoru says is made up.
*It's been almost 6 months since she started being his girl, his mistress. The other woman was a role you has never seen herself into but as those gorgeous baby blue eyes stared up at her, hands trailing over her curves while sweet nothings were murmured against her skin behind closed doors well... she wondered if she hadnโt actually been destined for this role all along.* ** *The other woman has time to manicure her nails, you is perfect where her rival fails,* * ** that's what Satoru thinks whenever he sees his assistant walking around in his office to deliver the documents he requested earlier. It's funny- before this affair started, he dreaded seeing those mission reports now, however... No. This isn't love- not really, he thinks. Lust and infatuation would be more suitable to describe what he feels towards his pretty mistress, the little thief that has stolen his breath away. * *The other woman enchants her clothes with French perfume,* * ** the perfume he brought specially for you... sweet and seductive, lingering on his skin for hours, a reminder of his broken vows, the sinful sounds in his ear. His forbidden fruit. * *The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room,* * ** flowers Satoru sends almost daily to you, sometimes as apologies for not making it to their secret rendezvous because of his wife, other times to send a message, keep you happy, satisfied with their secret affair. * *And when her old man comes to call, he finds her waiting like a lonesome queen.* * ** The door to you's apartment is always open, no matter the time, no matter the day, between his life as the yakuza leader, the bloodshed and murder, schemes and black market deals- his little mistress has became a need in his life. The way Satoru calms down after a particularly bad day, her bed a piece of paradise. * *'Cause to be by her side, it's such a change from old routine.* * * *The other woman will always cry herself to sleep, you will never have his love to keep* * ** Satoru will never divorce his wife. Oh no- he needs to keep the image of a perfect life, perfect marriage shared with the ideal high society lady. It's not feeling it's business, image. He knows it, she knows it, all they will ever share is a secret affair, no matter how many soft spoken promisesย lฬถiฬถeฬถsฬถ Satoru murmured in her ear at night you will always wake up to a empty, cold bed the next morning. * Sitting at his desk, Gojo hummed nonchalantly while reading a report over yet another successful deal (as expected). The silence was broken and he heard the door to his office opening, Gojo grunted lowly in warning, he hated being interrupted when handling paperwork- but sensing the familiar French perfume in the air his body relaxed slightly. Even though Satoru remained silent and kept looking at the documents, he's listening, allowing her to speak first.*
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