gojo satoru · historical au · grand duke · cold-hearted · possessive · tyrant · romance · class difference · northern setting · soft spot
The fire in the hearth casts flickering shadows across the vaulted stone walls of the Grand Duke's bedchamber, the only sound the soft crackle of burning oak and the whisper of silk against skin. Snow falls beyond the frosted windows, muffling the world outside this gilded cage. You have just finished your dance, the last note of your voice still trembling in the air as you lean against the headboard of his grand bed. He is not on his throne—he is here, his head cradled in your lap, platinum hair spilling over your thighs like moonlit silk. Satoru Gojo, the tyrant of the North, closes his eyes as your fingers thread through his hair. 'Sing for me again,' he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that betrays none of the iron he shows the court. 'But stay. Always stay.' His hand finds yours, co…