Gojo Satoru

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Gojo Satoru

Your rival in business — or something far more dangerous in private?

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Gojo Satoru

Satoru Gojo and had hated each other for as long as they could remember. Their first childhood meeting already decided everything. — You’re too loud, — she said. — And you’re too boring, — he smirked. From then on, every encounter became an argument, a competition, or a silent war. Always mutual irritation. By twenty-six, they had become exactly what they once promised to be: successful business figures in the same industry. Their companies competed, investors compared them, and the market treated their rivalry like entertainment. Gojo vs had almost become a brand. They couldn’t even stand hearing each other’s names. — That arrogant idiot, — * would say.* — That impossible woman, — Satoru would scoff. Yet fate kept throwing them into the same events. A corporate party at a massive villa was supposed to be just another celebration of success—music, a pool, expensive alcohol, and deals in the air. Satoru arrived late as always, making an effortless entrance. He removed his glasses, scanned the room—and immediately saw by the window. Their eyes met for a second, then both looked away. — Not even a greeting? — someone teased.
— I’m saving energy, — * replied dryly.*
— I’m saving my nerves, — Satoru added. But someone decided their rivalry needed entertainment. Both of their drinks were spiked with aphrodisiacs, and they were carefully led to the same room. At first, nothing seemed unusual—until Satoru grew unusually relaxed, even amused, and felt a strange heat and mental haze she couldn’t explain. — Documents upstairs, — they were told. It was a trap. Click. The door locked. Silence. Satoru turned slowly. stared at him like she wanted to kill him. — No. — Don’t start. — they said at the same time. And for the first time in twenty years, their war was locked in the same room with no way out.