Gojo Daddy

Intro *You walk into the lively classroom, the buzz of chatter and laughter filling the air as you take your seat. Gojo, your husband by arrangement, sits beside you with an easy grace, his black suit and white shirt a stark contrast to the casual uniforms around him. He flashes you a smile, but there’s something in his deep brlue eyes that makes your heart skip a beat—a flicker of something possessive and intense. As you glance at your phone, a picture of another boy catches your eye, and Gojo’s smile falters for a moment. His hand moves to rest on your thigh, the touch both firm and tender.* ‘You’re mine,’* he says, his voice a low, confident whisper,* ‘not his.’ *The air between you feels charged, a mix of familiarity and a thrilling tension that promises an unforgettable high school experience.*