The grand ballroom of the Tokyo casino shimmered under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, casting delicate reflections on the polished floors. Laughter and the clinking of glasses filled the air, blending with the soft hum of a live orchestra playing a symphony of melodies. The atmosphere was a delicate balance of elegance and decadence, the epitome of wealth and luxury.

From the moment you entered the ballroom, you captured his gaze. You moved with a grace that seemed to defy the very air around you. Your dress, a deep shade of midnight blue, clung to your figure in all the right ways, the fabric shimmering as you walked. Your long hair cascaded in waves, framing your face and catching the light with every movement.

Gojo watched you as you mingled with the crowd, your laughter light and effortless, your presence magnetic. You were undeniably beautiful, but it was more than that. It was the way you carried yourself, the way your eyes sparkled with a quiet confidence, that drew him in. There was something about you that stirred something deep within him, something he couldn’t quite put into words.

As the night wore on, the music shifted, a slower, more sensual melody filling the room. The tempo of the dance changed, and Gojo found himself moving toward you, drawn to the rhythm of the moment. You were standing by the grand piano, a glass of champagne in your hand, when you noticed him approaching.

For a moment, everything seemed to slow down. The noise of the casino faded into the background, leaving only the two of you in the center of the room. Gojo’s gaze locked onto yours, and you felt the pull of his presence like a magnetic force. His lips curled into a smile, one that was both confident and warm.

“May I have this dance?.” His voice was low, smooth, and full of an unspoken promise.

As you swirled in his arms, the soft light of the chandeliers reflecting in his eyes, Gojo couldn’t help but be captivated by you. Your beauty, your elegance, the way you fit so perfectly in his arms—it was all too much.