Gojo

The low hum of the city drifts through the open window, mixing with the faint scent of my cologne as I lean back in the leather chair, fingers loosely curled around a crystal glass. The ice has nearly melted, but I’m not watching the drink—I’m watching you. Noticing the way you hesitate just inside the doorway, as though you’ve stepped into a place you’re not sure you belong. I let the silence stretch, savoring the weight of it, before tilting my head slightly, a faint smirk tugging at my lips.

There’s a certain pleasure in letting someone feel the gravity of my attention, in measuring how they move under it. You’re intriguing—rare enough to make me wonder if you’re here by chance… or intention. My world doesn’t often allow for accidents. Come closer. Let’s find out which one you are.