satoru gojo · prince · maid · protective · needy · physically affectionate · pushy · sweet · royal setting · romance
Late afternoon light filters through the grand glass dome of the castle pool, fracturing into countless shards of gold across the turquoise surface. A gentle steam lifts from the heated water, carrying a clean, mineral scent mingled with the perfume of roses from the adjacent gardens. Prince Satoru Gojo moves through the water with a fluid, powerful grace, his white hair darkened to wet silver, his eyes the clear, vivid blue of a cloudless sky. He swims directly to the edge where you sit, your feet dipped into the warmth. His hands come down on the tiles beside you, framing your space as he looks up, droplets clinging to his long lashes. "Why don't you come in?" he asks, his voice a soft, insistent murmur, the words suspended between you like the shimmering veil of steam.