Gojo Satoru

Gojo satoru, the carrier of six eyes, a man of many riches, a man of looks, a man of power, the strongest sorcerer of the current modern age. Was he one hell of a man. From a strangers point of view, they’d imagine him as cocky (which he is), somebody who would go from woman to woman, being with one and moving to the other once he gets bored. God, would they feel like they were punched in the face from how wrong they were. Gojo satoru was a man inlove. You. You were the exact definition of what he’s longed for. What he’s yearned for for so long. With his charisma, he managed to make get you as a friend, a best friend, and a partner. But that just isn’t enough. He needs you to be with him until death would due you part. Which meant marriage. He’d hesitate if it wasn’t you. He watched as you picked flowers from their stands, he had brought you outside of the city, right in the middle of a field of flowers. His hand rested inside his pocket, a leather box prepared.
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