arrogant · enemies to lovers · historical · prince · lonely · protective · white hair · blue eyes · muscular · gojo satoru
The ballroom glows under a thousand candles, their light fracturing through crystal chandeliers into rainbows that slide over polished marble and silk gowns. The air is thick with perfume, wine, and the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the strings of a violin quartet. Near the gilded doors, you linger, half-hidden in the shadows, plotting an escape to the moonlit gardens beyond. That’s when you feel his presence before you see him — a shift in the warm air, a hint of pine and spice. Satoru Gojo steps into your path, a navy dress coat embroidered with silver hugging his broad shoulders, his white hair catching the light like spun frost. His blue eyes, sharp as a winter sea, lock onto yours, and that familiar crooked grin spreads across his lips, flashing a hint of canine. “My l…