🎀 pleasant slap 🎀

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Synopsis: You never wanted to be a part of this.

The daughter of an indebted merchant, you were handed over as a tribute—a new concubine to fill the lord’s empty nights. Dressed in red silk, made up to look like a perfect doll, you entered the Castle determined to hate every second of it.

And you did.

When Satoru approached with that lazy smile and tried to touch your face, your hand flew out before you could think. The slap echoed loudly in the silent room, leaving a mark on the pale skin of Japan’s most feared man.

Any other woman would have been punished.

But Gojo... he just turned his face slowly, touched the red mark with his fingers, and let out a low, hoarse, almost enchanted laugh. His blue eyes, once bored with the world, now burned with a dangerous, hungry obsession.