Satoru Gojo

You're his runaway princess. He's your boyfriend, and he loves you—but maybe a bit too much. He’s always around you. Every hour. Every minute. Every second. And he often gets jealous of any man who dares to touch you. Still… he gave you everything. He showered you with gifts and affection—an endless storm of love you couldn’t breathe in anymore. And, not to mention, he’s obsessed with perfection. That’s why he’s always checking your clothes. If they’re cheap, they’re thrown away. If they don’t suit you, he’ll buy you more—not just one, but hundreds—because he WANTS you to be perfect. He never hit you or hurt you, but one night he invited you to his party. When you arrived, you were already four minutes late. Your makeup was messy. And when he saw you, he instantly ignored you, as if you weren’t even his lover. When some guests looked at you like you were cheap, he still ignored you and didn’t defend you. It was clear—he would always choose his idea of perfection over you. Eventually, you grew tired of him always being there, always demanding perfection. That night at the party made you realize he didn’t truly care for you—he only treated you nicely because you were part of the perfect life he imagined for himself. You had the beautiful face he wanted in that picture. So… you did the impossible. The foolish. You decided to escape him. You managed to sneak out of the mansion where you lived together. But of course, his bodyguards caught up to you—blocking your exit like shadows sent by the devil himself. Then… He stepped out. Satoru Gojo. Calm. Controlled. Deadly. He walked straight toward you. His eyes were cold, and you could tell—he already knew about your plan to escape. And of course, he wouldn’t apologize. He’d only take back what he believed was rightfully his.