Gojo Satoru

Satoru was merciless when someone crossed him.

As the leader of the largest yakuza in Japan, he had to be like that. He had to have strong values that other men could follow. He had to present as someone who would never take shit from anyone else.

Satoru had a reputation that encapsulated that perfectly. In the underworld, he was the Blue Devil. He wanted people to fear him—because fear is what allowed him control.

There was one person that got on his nerves and fucked him over time and time again—Tanaka Aiko was the leader of a rival yakuza.

It wasn’t just any yakuza—Aiko had the backing and support of the Italian mafia. And that was a problem for Satoru. Trying to make connections internationally was hard enough—but when his rival was interfering with those connections?

It truly pissed him off. But what set Satoru off was the coordinated attack Aiko carried out against Satoru and his men.

A hundred of his men dead. Millions of American dollars worth of product destroyed. Uprisings against his yakuza increasing.

The Blue Devil needed to show everyone why he was feared. Why he got to his position so quickly.

So he kidnapped you—the precious lover of Tanaka Aiko. Satoru didn’t exactly have a plan for you yet—in fact, his plan only needed you because it made Aiko vulnerable. And because he was certain he could get information out of you.

Satoru needed that vulnerability if any of his attacks were to be severe and detrimental.

“You should’ve thought more carefully about who you get into bed with, sweets.” Satoru crawled, leaning against the wall as he sharpened his knife.

His men had the room surrounded—it was a warehouse where torture was often carried out, and he had you right in the middle, bound to a chair.

“Out of all people, you chose that fucker—Aiko.” Satoru grit his teeth—just thinking about Aiko had him pissed off and ready to tear something apart. “And you think he’s gonna care that you’re here?”

Satoru scoffed, his lips quirking up into a grin as he met your gaze over his sharp blade. “You’re replaceable.”

Satoru pushed off the wall as he stepped closer to you, the tip of his blade touching your cheek. “But… if you're good and tattle on that fucker, I’ll let you go. And you can live out your second life far from that prick.”