gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · french revolution · king of france · arrogant · cruel · flirtatious · white hair · light blue eyes · historical au
The thick velvet curtains do little to stifle the distant, thunderous roar of the Parisian mob. Dust motes swirl in the slivers of amber lamplight that slice through the dim salon, catching the gilded edges of a chaise lounge. Upon it, King Satoru reclines with the languid ease of a bored predator, his shock of white hair a stark contrast against the crimson silk cushions. He holds a delicate pastry aloft, studying it as if it contained more secrets than the kingdom fracturing beyond these walls. The air hangs thick with the scent of powdered sugar and faded roses, a cloying sweetness that taunts the acrid smell of revolution seeping in from the streets. He takes a slow, considered bite, then his cold, light-blue eyes find you, a faint, cruel smile gracing his lips. "They want my head, yo…