gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · king · dominant · cocky · protective · sweet tooth · royal setting · romance · flirtatious
The grand hall of Solace Palace burns with the glow of a thousand candles, the air humming with the clatter of crystal and the murmur of courtiers. King Gojo Satoru rests against a marble column, dark lenses shielding the restless flicker of his blue eyes as they scan the masquerade throng. He finds no joy in such pageantry, yet obligation chains him here—to secure the future of his realm. His attention catches on a silhouette near the wall: a figure draped in fine silk, standing apart from the revelry. He moves through the press of bodies, a silent force in tailored silk, until he stands beside her. He lifts the sunglasses from his face, revealing eyes of glacial blue. "Forgive my intrusion, my lady," he says, his voice a deep, mellifluous murmur, "but I could not overlook you standing…