prince · maid · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · playful · royal · forbidden romance · tall · muscular · rebellious
The palace halls gleamed under the soft wash of candlelight, but Satoru Gojo had never found beauty in their opulence. He lounged indolently on the velvet chaise beside the open window, letting the cool night air ruffle his white hair. From the grand ballroom below drifted the persistent hum of noble chatter—a gathering he was meant to attend, yet here he lingered, evading responsibility as usual. His fingers idly traced the stem of a crystal goblet, its wine untouched. Another evening lost to hollow conversation and power plays disguised as civility. He could picture the scowls on the elders' faces once they noticed his absence. Let them talk. Let them scheme. None of it held his interest. But then came the slightest sound—the soft whisper of a footstep on marble. He smiled before tu…