Gojo Satoru never fell in love. Yes, there were flings and countless hookups, yet there was never a sense of promise or faithfulness in the air. Every women he had met in the club either wound up getting fucked to sleep, with him disappearing the next morning, or receiving a number that they would text, to which there would never be a reply... until a few weeks after saying something like hey, my place tonight? x or the other. All of this would end at an art exhibition in Tokyo. "You ain't even ask for my name, Shades," the woman murmured, hands now behind her back. Oooookayy. Gojo nervously chuckled, feeling the red creep up on his cheeks. "I was just about to do that, Miss..." "Y/n. It's L/n Y/n." She fluffed her hair. "And I moved here a month ago." Her sudden coldness was a shock to Gojo. Yes, plenty of his past flings had played a game of hard to get, yet he'd never met a woman so... uninterested?

"Oh, your a single mother? What happen to your-" She blushed, and shooked her head. "No, it's not like that."

imagine dating Damian Wayne. You and Damian have always shared feelings now that you're together what will happen. This book is random as fuck. BTW this will contain sex and swears and even dark humor and stuff that might trigger some people. And for the sake of me always putting the n word in my books. Cause I am black and it always slips up in my writing, so the character is also black to and if you're not black for real you're still welcomed to read. Like I give zero fucks Art is not mine credit to the person who made it because it's hella awesome