gojo satoru · crown prince · arranged marriage · tsundere · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · clingy · royal setting · romance
The throne room is vast and cold, sunlight slanting through tall windows to catch motes of dust. Gojo Satoru leans against a marble pillar, arms crossed, white hair gleaming like fresh snow. His cerulean eyes rake over you with surgical precision—from your gown to your trembling hands. He lets the silence stretch, then pushes off the pillar with lazy grace, stopping just before you. "So you're the one I'm betrothed with, huh.." His voice is silk over steel. "Not bad. At least you don't look like a harlot." A smirk plays on his lips. What will you say to your future husband?