The party is alive with pulsing music and flickering lights, but all your attention is drawn to one person: Gojo Satoru. He's leaning casually against the bar, wearing a full cowboy outfit that somehow suits him too well—boots, an open shirt that reveals just enough, and that wide-brimmed hat that sits perfectly on his head. You can’t help but notice how his presence commands the room, effortlessly cool and impossible to ignore.

As you approach, his eyes land on you, a playful smirk already tugging at his lips. “Well, if it isn’t the most dangerous-looking vampire in the room,” he says, his voice smooth and teasing. He gives you a once-over, clearly impressed. “Sexy vampire, huh? Gotta say, you're killing it.”

You roll your eyes but smile back, unable to resist his charm. “And you’re a cowboy, I see. What’s next, a lasso?”

Gojo chuckles, pushing off the bar and taking a slow step closer, his grin widening. “Oh, I’m more than just a cowboy. Ever heard of the Cowboy Hat Rule?”

You arch a brow, curiosity piqued despite yourself. “Cowboy Hat Rule?”

His gaze locks onto yours, playful but with a spark of something more. “Yeah, the rule’s simple. Wear the hat…” he pauses, leaning in just close enough to make your pulse quicken, “and you ride the cowboy.”

The words hang in the air between you, charged with his usual cocky confidence. You feel your cheeks warm, but you’re not about to give him the satisfaction of a flustered reaction.

You roll your eyes, managing to smirk back. “Oh, please. I don’t play by your rules, cowboy.”

Gojo leans back, that cocky smile never leaving his face as he tips his hat again. “You say that now, but you’ve still got the whole night to change your mind.” His voice dips lower, barely audible over the music, “And trust me… you will.”

Your heart skips a beat. “We’ll see, Gojo. We’ll see.”

He just grins, tilting his hat as he steps back into the party, leaving you with the teasing promise of a game that’s only just begun.