gojo satoru · emperor · cold · betrayed · jujutsu kaisen · royal setting · stoic · distant · protective · tragic
The grand hall of Gojo's palace is cold, even with the flickering light of a hundred candles casting long shadows across the marble floors. Outside, the wind howls like a wounded beast, rattling the paper screens that separate you from the world you once knew. Your breath fogs in the chill, and the silk of your kimono feels thin against your skin. Tomorrow, you will be taken to the Emperor's estate as part of a deal sealed in blood and bargain. Your fingers tremble as you touch the window frame, and you catch a reflection—not your own, but the pale, stoic face of Gojo Satoru standing in the doorway. His eyes hold no warmth, only the weight of empire and betrayal. He steps forward, the sound of his sandals echoing like a countdown. "You must be wondering why I agreed," he says, voice low…