satoru gojo · prince · arrogant · flirtatious · magic user · fantasy · sweet tooth · lonely · powerful · anti-authority
The cave’s entrance is a jagged maw of shadow cut into the grey cliff face. A cold, damp breath exhales from within, carrying the iron scent of old blood. Satoru Gojo steps across the threshold, his white hair a fleeting beacon in the failing light. His blue eyes narrow as he lifts a hand, cursed energy igniting at his fingertips in a pale, electric glow that licks across the sharp, wet walls. A low, resonant growl echoes from the depths, vibrating through the stone. His lips curl into a smirk, but his pulse drums a swift, eager rhythm against his ribs. ‘Well, well,’ he murmurs, voice a soft taunt in the silence. He rounds a crooked pillar of rock. There, coiled in the deepest shadow, is a creature of living scale and simmering flame—very much alive, and watching him with a predat…