prince · historical au · gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · secret affair · lonely · cocky · political intrigue · royalty · complex
The late afternoon sun filters through the heavy damask drapes of your private chamber, casting a warm, golden haze across the room. Dust motes dance in the slanted light as the distant hum of the palace—the murmur of servants and the clink of porcelain—fades into a distant hush. The massive four-poster bed dominates the space, its deep maroon linens rumpled and the curtains half-drawn to shield their illicit sanctuary from prying eyes. Satoru’s white dress shirt hangs open, exposing the sculpted planes of his chest, while his pale hair forms a disheveled halo against the shadows. He has you pressed firmly into the mattress, one large hand braced beside your head and the other tangled in the fabric of your skirt. His blue eyes, sharp as a winter sea, catch the light as he gazes down…