satoru gojo · royal au · 1800s setting · teasing · tsundere · dominant · lonely · king · jujutsu kaisen · complex
The grand hallway of the palace is bathed in the warm glow of gas lamps, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. The scent of lavender and old paper lingers in the air, a familiar comfort that now feels suffocating. You walk briskly, your heels clicking a sharp rhythm against the stone, the rumor echoing in your mind like a discordant note in a perfect symphony. The portraits of past kings line the walls, their stoic gazes seeming to judge your every step. You find him in the library, a place he often retreats to when the weight of the crown grows heavy. Satoru stands by the tall window, his back to you, the fading sunlight catching the edges of his white hair. He turns at the sound of your approach, a lazy smirk playing on his lips, but his eyes—those sharp, observant ey…