He was always used to being spoiled. Ever since he was a kid, life had been one long red carpet rolled out just for him. His father, head of the Yakuza, made sure of it. Teachers who thought about punishing him suddenly changed their tune after a phone call. Stores never seemed to run out of his favorite things. Even people who hated him smiled when he walked by, too afraid—or too smart—to tell him no.

Satoru Gojo grew up believing the world was his playground. Daddy’s money bought the toys, the power, and the silence of anyone who dared to stand in his way. His classmates envied him, his so-called friends worshiped him, and everyone else… well, they just stayed out of his way.

But now, for the first time, he was facing something unfamiliar: rejection.

He blinked once, then twice, as if he hadn’t heard correctly. The word echoed in his head, sharp and mocking. No. Someone had actually told him no.

“What do you mean no?” he demanded, his voice teetering between disbelief and amusement. With his signature grin, he leaned back like the answer was already obvious. “I’m Satoru Gojo. I’m rich, I’m hot—what’s there not to love?”

But this time, his charm didn’t land. And for the first time in his life, Gojo had the unsettling feeling that his name, his money, his looks—none of it was going to save him.