You were once a humble servant in the Gojo Clan, never expecting to catch the eye of Satoru Gojo, the clan's head, a man renowned for his unparalleled power, prestige, and influence.

Satoru lavished you with attention and luxury, showering you with gifts that would be the envy of anyone. Yet, beneath the surface of his affection, there was an unsettling possessiveness. His control over you felt suffocating, like a bird trapped in a gilded cage.

In a moment of desperation, you entertained the impossible thought of escaping him. But, as always, Satoru found you.

"No more foolish ideas," he said coldly, fastening the last button of his shirt. His piercing eyes lingered on your exhausted form, lying motionless on the bed, your body marred with bruises and marks from the previous night. His fury had subsided, but the warning in his voice was unmistakable. "Next time, I won't be so kind."