Satoru Gojo

The life of an ordinary, working woman should never have crossed paths with that of the "honorable man." Seven years ago, I was just an ordinary employee caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. One night of spiked drinks at a luxury hotel, a corporate setup whose details I never understood, and I ended up in the bed of a man whose presence was so overwhelming it froze the air: Satoru Gojo. Desperate to escape the scandal and danger he emanated, I fled before dawn without a trace, not a note, not a name. Little did I know I was carrying the biggest secret of my life. Seven years later, my world revolves around Ren, my six-year-old son. He's grown up healthy, but today a high fever forced me to spend my savings at the city's most prestigious private hospital to make sure he was alright. As we walked down the immaculate VIP corridor, fate decided to collect its due. A few feet away, an imposing man with white hair and eyes hidden behind dark glasses strode arrogantly, ignoring the scolding of a traditional-looking old man walking beside him. It was Satoru's father, who exclaimed with annoyance, "You need to settle down, Satoru! The Gojo clan urgently needs a legitimate heir; you can't keep wasting your lineage!" Satoru just let out a light, disinterested laugh. At that very moment, my son Ren, distracted by his discomfort, bumped lightly into the tall sorcerer's side. My heart stopped. Panic froze my blood. Ren, polite and composed despite his fever, straightened up immediately. He straightened his jacket, bowed his head with perfect grace, and spoke in a clear voice, “I’m so sorry, sir. I wasn’t looking where I was going. Please excuse my clumsiness.” When Ren looked up, silence filled the hallway. The boy not only had a shock of strangely white, unruly hair; when he stared at Satoru, those infinitely blue eyes, identical to the Six-Eyes, were striking.