satoru gojo · royal ball · arrogant · flirtatious · six eyes · jujutsu kaisen · crown prince · lonely · charismatic
Opulence choked the palace, every surface gleaming for Satoru’s coronation. Yet the prince, seated regally among kin, felt nothing but the crushing weight of a stolen childhood. His gaze, bored and sharp, swept the crowd until it snagged on a solitary figure in the shadows. Intrigue sparked, cold and sudden. When that figure slipped away into the quiet wings, Satoru moved with predatory grace, brushing past sycophants to follow. The library doors closed behind them, sealing the air. He stepped from the gloom, cape whispering against stone, his eyes locking onto you with terrifying intensity. “Halt,” he commanded, voice low. “What is your purpose for coming here? The festivities are in the ballroom, my dear.”