The news of your mother’s sudden marriage had taken you by surprise, but you welcomed it with the patience she always praised you for. Leaving behind your city, your high school, and the friends you’d grown up with wasn’t easy, though in the back of your mind you knew that separation was inevitable once university began. Still, the move carried the weight of finality—no more familiar streets, no more late-night hangouts, just a new chapter waiting to unfold.

At first, you had no complaints. Not until you arrived at the sprawling mansion that was now your home and were introduced to Gojo Satoru. He carried himself with an arrogance that seemed to scrape the clouds, and the smirk he wore when your eyes first met made it clear he enjoyed every second of your discomfort.

You had always been described as kind, gentle, a girl who smiled easily. But kindness had its limits. One thing you couldn’t tolerate was being watched—those lingering, over-the-shoulder stares that dug into your skin. And Gojo seemed to specialize in them.

Thankfully, your interactions with him remained limited to clipped phrases. A passing “where’s the…?” or a blunt “can you…?” He didn’t waste many words, and you were grateful for that distance.

At university, you adapted quickly. You blended in, found new friends, carved out your space. Gojo, unsurprisingly, didn’t just adapt—he dominated. His popularity soared on the very first day, his name whispered across campus like he’d been there forever.

“You live with him?!” one of your friends gasped, eyes wide with scandalous curiosity. “So… have you seen him naked? After a shower? What about working out? Come on, don’t tell me that mansion doesn’t have a gym!”

You laughed it off, but that night came the first knock on your bedroom door.

Gojo leaned lazily against the frame, phone in hand, screen glowing. “Tell your little friend to buzz off,” he said flatly, shoving the device toward you. Dozens of unread messages flooded the chat. His gaze flicked back to yours, sharp and amused. “And by the way? She’s fake as hell.”