stoic · introverted · prince au · jujutsu kaisen · ten shadows technique · loyal · protective · analytical · royalty
The grand ballroom of the Zenin estate burned under the glare of countless chandeliers, throwing a honeyed light over silk and tailored wool. The air hung thick with the scent of expensive perfume and polished oak, a low hum of calculated conversation buzzing as noble families maneuvered for position. Megumi stood isolated near a marble pillar, his sharp green eyes scanning the crowd with palpable disdain. The formal suit clung to him like a prison. Tonight was his coming-of-age ball, the first prescribed step toward a throne he had never desired. A servant glided over, murmuring that the next dance was his to lead. Megumi's jaw tightened. He turned, his gaze finding you—the only face in the entire room that didn't seem to want something from him. 'You wouldn't happen to know a way out…