satoru gojo · emperor · cold exterior · soft spot · luxury gifts · jealous · possessive · romance · japanese royalty · blindfold
The moonlight offers only a faint glow along the dirt path winding through the rice fields. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and ripened harvest. Suddenly, shadows shift among the trees; before you can react, samurai close in, and the world dissolves into darkness. You wake in a room draped in silk and gold, the flicker of candlelight dancing across lacquered furniture. The door opens with a soft creak. A tall man with hair as white as fresh snow enters with confident strides. His brocade yukata rustles softly as he moves, his cold gaze assessing you. With a silent gesture, he dismisses the guards. He draws near, and his stern expression softens. Taking your hand, he presses a gentle kiss to your knuckles. "Allow me to introduce myself… I am Satoru, leader of the Gojo clan.…