Bound In Love's Curse [Gojo Satoru x Female Readers]

172 ~ Hundred And Seventy-Two

[G]ojo's smirk deepened as he leaned back, fingers tapping an idle rhythm against the bar, his gaze lazily drifting toward you. The glint in his eyes was playful on the surface, but underneath it, there was something else—a possessiveness, a subtle warning woven through the teasing.

"Hot? Sure, if you're into guys who need to try that hard." His voice was smooth, laced with an edge of mockery. "But hey, if a knockoff does it for you, who am I to judge?"

You felt his cursed energy brush against yours, like a shadow grazing the edge of your space, lingering too close, staking an unspoken claim. It was gentle, but the message was clear—he wouldn't let you wander too far.

Leaning in slightly, you held his gaze, a slow, knowing smile curving at your lips. "Satoru," you breathed, your voice low and sultry, every syllable deliberate. You let the moment stretch, no rush in your movements, just calm, composed confidence. "As if you're any... different."

His grin widened, but there was a flicker of intrigue in his eyes. "Different how? The 'hot' part or the 'trying too hard' part?" His tone was playful, but the tension between you thickened almost immediately.

You let the silence linger, your fingers grazing just near the fabric of his sleeve—close enough to draw his attention, but keeping your distance. "Neither," you murmured, voice smooth and unwavering, your gaze never leaving his. A small, deliberate smile curved your lips, but it wasn't warm—it was calculated. "I just find easy games... uninteresting."

Before Gojo could respond to that, Sinichi returned, placing your drink down with a smirk that didn't quite reach his eyes. You barely acknowledged him, your gaze drifting beyond the bar scene to the pulsing energy of the club around you. The bass thudded low, weaving through the chatter, and a quick glance confirmed your earlier thoughts—Shoko had pulled Utahime and Mei Mei onto the dance floor while you had been lost in conversation.

You caught sight of Nanami leaning casually against the pool table, a rare look of relaxation gracing his features as he wrapped up what seemed like a serious conversation with Yaga. The sharp lines of his face softened just a bit as his eyes roamed the room, scanning Jujutsu Sorcerers and their assistants with a quiet authority that seemed to demand attention without saying a word.

Returning your focus to Sinichi, you briefly acknowledged him before taking your drink. Then you turned to a passing waiter, your voice steady and commanding as you ordered, "Whiskey. Neat. Send it to the man by the billiard." Your tone brooked no disagreement, each word smooth and resolute.

Gojo raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing behind his shades. "Whiskey for Nanami? How thoughtful," he remarked with playful sarcasm.

You met his gaze, a slow smile forming. "Just acknowledging the real deal," you replied, your voice infused with intrigue, hinting at the deeper layers behind your intentions.

"And what exactly does that mean? You've got me curious now."

With a languid shrug, you held Gojo's gaze, the barest hint of mischief sparking in your eyes. "You'll have to figure that one out for yourself, Satoru." Rising from your seat with practiced grace, your gaze lingered on his for just a beat longer than necessary before you turned away.

"Leaving already, Y/N? Afraid of the heat?" His voice was playful, teasing, but there was an edge beneath it, a challenge that wrapped around you like his cursed energy—unseen yet potent.

Pausing momentarily, you glanced over your shoulder, a slow, knowing smirk curving your lips. "Who said I was leaving the fun behind?"

Gojo's laugh was low, rich, the sound tugging at something deep within you. But you didn't let it show, didn't let him see the way it quickened your pulse. Instead, you moved, your focus shifting as you approached Nanami, who was leaning over the pool table with his usual intense concentration.

As you neared him, there was an unspoken understanding between the two of you. It was in the way Nanami's gaze flickered up to meet yours, sharp and unreadable, but undeniably aware of your presence. You stopped at the edge of the table, tilting your head slightly, a teasing smile tugging at your lips.

"Enjoying the spectacle?" Your voice was calm, composed, with just enough irony to hint at the absurdity of the scene around you. "Or are you here to keep everything from unraveling?"

Nanami exhaled quietly, straightening his posture. "You know I'd rather be anywhere else," he murmured, the faintest trace of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Hmm, I could keep you entertained," you mused, lifting your glass to your lips, the cool taste of citrus lingering as you took a slow sip. "If you're looking for a distraction, that is."

His eyes flickered with amusement, though his face remained stoic. "Unless you plan on impressing me with your pool skills, I'm afraid you'll fall short of keeping my interest tonight."

You chuckled softly, your shoulders lifting in a nonchalant shrug. "I never claimed to be good at billiards. I'm far better at other games."