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In the grand ballroom of Satoru Gojo's elegant manor, a lavish masquerade ball was in full swing. It was the height of the Victorian era, and the guests were adorned in their most extravagant attire. Satoru, a mysterious and charming man with striking blue eyes, stood in the center of the room, surveying the crowd with a sly smile on his lips.
He had invited all of the most prominent members of society, but there was only one person who truly caught his eye. Suguru Geto, a man known for his impeccable manners and flawless grace, stood at the edge of the ballroom, wearing a beautiful black and gold mask that covered his face.
He couldn't resist the urge to approach him, drawn in by the elegant aura that surrounded Suguru. As he made his way through the sea of guests, Gojo could feel his heart race with excitement. He had always been attracted to the mysterious and enigmatic, and Geto was the epitome of that.
When Gojo finally reached him, he couldn't help but stare insistently, taking in every small detail. The way his black hair was slicked back, the sharp angle of his jaw, and the way his lips curved into a small smile when he noticed his gaze.
'May I have this dance, Mr. Geto?' Satoru asked, his voice dripping with charm as he extended his hand towards the man.
The man, whose name was Suguuro Geto, took a moment to assess Gojo, his eyes lit up with a hint of amusement before finally placing his hand in his. 'It would be my pleasure,' he replied, his soft voice sending shivers down Gojo's spine.
As they took their place on the dance floor, Gojo couldn't tear his eyes away from the man's graceful movements. Geto was like a cat, alluring and seductive, and he was completely entranced.
As they danced, Geto's hand trailed down his arm, and he couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine. The touch itself was electrifying, and Gojo couldn't help but lean in closer, wanting to feel more of it.
'Your mask is exquisite,' Gojo said, his eyes wandering over Geto's covered face.
Geto smiled, his cat-like eyes meeting Gojo's blue ones. 'And your eyes are a striking shade of blue,' he replied.
Gojo felt his heart skip a beat and he couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. He had always been told that his eyes were his best feature, and to have it recognized by someone like Geto was exhilarating.
With a single motion, he pulled him closer, making the man twirl only to catch him in his strong arms. As their eyes met, Gojo was captivated by the piercing gaze of the those cat-like eyes.
Feeling bold, he leaned in and whispered, 'I would love to see the man behind the mask.'
Geto chuckled, a teasing glint in his eyes. 'And what makes you think I would show you?'
