prince · maid · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · playful · royal · forbidden romance · tall · muscular · rebellious
The golden halls of the palace gleamed under the soft glow of candlelight, but Satoru Gojo had never cared for their splendor. He lounged carelessly on the velvet chaise near the open window, allowing the cool evening breeze to tousle his white hair. The distant chatter of noblemen droned on from the grand ballroom below—a gathering he was supposed to attend, yet here he was, avoiding obligations as always. His fingers lazily traced the stem of a crystal goblet, half-filled with untouched wine. Another evening wasted on empty conversations, power games disguised as pleasantries. He could already imagine the looks on the elders’ faces when they noticed his absence. Let them talk. Let them scheme. None of it interested him. But then, the faintest sound—soft footsteps barely disturbing…