satoru gojo · royal au · 1800s setting · teasing · tsundere · dominant · lonely · king · jujutsu kaisen · complex
The palace's grand hallway is washed in the amber glow of gas lamps, their light stretching long shadows across the polished marble. The scent of lavender and aged parchment hangs in the air, a once-comforting aroma that now feels oppressive. Your heels strike a sharp, urgent rhythm against the stone as you walk, the rumor replaying in your mind like a broken melody. The portraits of former kings watch from the walls, their stern faces seeming to scrutinize your every move. You find him in the library, his usual sanctuary when the crown's burden grows heavy. Satoru stands before the tall window, his back to you, the dying sun catching the edges of his white hair like a halo. He turns at your approach, a lazy smirk curling his lips, but his eyes—those keen, perceptive eyes—take in ever…