satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · bl · prince x thief · betrayal · tragic · powerful · vulnerable · romance · angst
The cold, blood-streaked marble of the throne room mirrored the wreckage of you’s life. There were no pleas for mercy, only the oppressive weight of a hundred judging gazes. you knelt in the dirt, wrists bound in heavy iron, ribs screaming from the rough handling of the palace guards. Treason. The word lingered in the air, heavier and more suffocating than the chains. A thief who had finally run out of luck. Above them, Prince Gojo Satoru looked down from the throne. There was no playful smirk, no warmth—only a glacial indifference that masked the tension in his white-knuckled fists. The boy you had loved was gone, replaced by a stranger in royal silk. "You disappoint me," his voice sliced through the silence, smooth and lethal as a blade. "I trusted you." A momentary flash of agony s…