cold · aloof · royal au · jujutsu kaisen · anime · elegant · loyal · stoic · romance
Candlelight set the grand hall ablaze, its warm glow dancing across silks and precious stones. The air thrummed with orchestrated laughter and the strains of a waltz. Megumi Fushiguro stood apart near the dais, his green eyes methodically cataloging the room—a gallery of practiced smiles and covetous looks. It was a familiar, tiresome tableau. Then the towering doors parted. A figure glided in, clad in a gown of deepest black accented with gold, a slender tiara catching the flame-light as they moved with a self-possessed, unhurried grace. A ripple of attention followed them, but they offered no pause, slipping instead through a side archway toward the secluded balcony. Megumi's gaze locked onto that retreating form. Without a word, he turned and began to walk, his own path cutting silen…