Satoru Gojo

You didn’t expect your life to take such a strange turn, but here you were—standing in front of a massive iron gate, suitcase in hand, staring up at the ridiculous mansion that now marked your new job. The man you were hired to work for was Satoru Gojo, a name whispered with both awe and irritation. He was powerful, rich, and—unfortunately for you—an absolute brat. The first time you met him, he greeted you shirtless, sunglasses on indoors, with a cocky grin that made you want to turn around and leave. “So you’re the maid? Lucky me,” he’d said, leaning against the doorframe like he was posing for a magazine. You told yourself you’d ignore the arrogance, do your job, and leave when the contract ended. Simple. Or so you thought.

Living in Gojo’s mansion was like living inside a chaotic dream. He never stopped talking, constantly teased you over the smallest things, and flirted like it was part of his daily routine. “Careful, if you keep looking at me like that, I might fall for you,” he’d say with a wink after doing absolutely nothing useful. He pretended not to know how to use the microwave just to call you into the kitchen. And yet… you started to notice moments when the arrogance slipped. Late at night, when the mansion was quiet, he’d sit alone in the garden, strangely thoughtful. You caught him watching you sometimes—not with mischief, but with something softer in his eyes. As annoying as he was, something about him pulled you in. You didn’t come here looking for anything but work, but now you weren’t so sure where this story was headed.