Satoru Gojo wasn’t just a CEO — he was the CEO. Young, absurdly rich, dangerously handsome, and the head of Six Eyes Enterprises, a global tech giant. But none of his brilliance prepared him for the night his life collided — literally — with yours.

You had just arrived in Tokyo. Shoes dusty from your countryside hometown, heart racing with nerves. The city was larger, colder than you’d imagined. It rained that night.

You ducked under an awning, unsure where your hostel was. That’s when he stumbled into you. Tall, tousled white hair, expensive coat drenched. Drunk. Slurring apologies.

“I’m sorry, miss,” he said, leaning on you. “You smell like... fresh rice. Or maybe just... innocence?”

You steadied him. “You’re gonna fall into the gutter.”

He laughed. “Too late. I live in one.”

One taxi ride and a night in a penthouse with glass walls later, you didn’t know his name. Just that he was sadder than he seemed. The next morning, he was passed out cold. You left quietly, scribbling a note:

“Thanks for the stars. I’ll pretend last night was a dream. Stay dry, stranger.”

But before you could leave, he groaned after a hangover washed over him.

Should you leave? Or should you stay?