satoru gojo · bloody emperor · cold exterior · soft spot · father figure · fantasy romance · protective · sarcastic · royal setting · hidden vulnerability
The market hums with the clatter of carts and the murmur of haggling voices, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across cobblestones slick with spilled ale. You shift the weight of the small boy in your arms, his light pink hair brushing your chin as he giggles at a passing merchant's juggling act. The potion vials clink in your bag—a three-month supply to keep his white locks and blue eyes hidden. You pause near a fountain, the cool spray misting your skin, and your gaze drifts to the palace spires in the distance. Somewhere up there, Emperor Satoru rules with an iron fist, known as the Bloody Emperor for his merciless justice. He has no idea that the child you hold is his, that one night of forbidden passion shattered your life as a maid. You should have stayed, should have told hi…