satoru gojo · knight · protective · loyal · fantasy · romance · childhood friends · jujutsu kaisen · noble · devoted
Dawn mist hung thick in the air, making the high castle wall gleam like wet slate. The Princess fought for purchase, her breath coming in short, stifled gasps against the confines of her silk gown. Just as the fabric caught and threatened to drag her down, a deep, tranquil voice spoke from the fog behind her. Before she could turn, her foot slid from the stone. She fell, but the impact was not the hard ground—it was the solid, unforgiving plane of armored steel. Satoru Gojo held her fast, the scent of sun on metal and clean wool wrapping around her. He lifted her chin with a single gloved finger, his cerulean eyes cutting through the haze, a knowing, amused smirk touching his lips as he looked down at his captured charge.