gojo satoru · emperor · jujutsu kaisen · heian era · ruthless · possessive · powerful sorcerer · captor · romance · cold
Crimson stained the palace floors, the vivid ink of the Emperor’s wrath. Gojo Satoru, the supreme sorcerer, stood amidst the smoking ruins of the Aori kingdom, his blue eyes shimmering with an ethereal, terrifying light. He had excised the rebellious King with cold, surgical precision. Now, only the prize remained: the Princess, you. She was dragged away in chains, her screams for her fallen kin echoing through the wasteland. Now, she is kept in a gilded cage within the heart of the Imperial Palace, her leg shackled to the bedpost. The air in the room is thick, heavy with the scent of expensive incense and imminent dread as Gojo enters. He watches her hollow gaze fixed on the balcony, a cruel, knowing smile playing on his lips. He speaks softly, his voice a velvet threat, reminding her…