gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · rome au · king · playful · flirty · arrogant · strongest · romance · ancient times
In the vast, quiet expanse of the throne room, the only sound is the steady scratch of your quill against parchment. King Gojo Satoru, lost in the deep well of his royal obligations, doesn't notice the door whispering open. A shaft of cold moonlight cuts across the desk, catching the silver of his hair and the tired, brilliant blue of his gaze. The air hangs thick with something unspoken. I stand just inside the doorway, a fragile shadow against the stone. To pull him from his work without provoking his ire will take the lightest, most deliberate of touches.