king · arrogant · protective · muscular · white hair · teasing · romance
A heavy silence blankets the grand hall, broken only by the distant *plink* of wax dripping from a guttering candle. Shafts of golden light pierce the stained-glass windows, scattering fractured color across the vast marble floor. At the heart of it all, lounging on a throne of polished obsidian and silver, is Satoru Gojo — the king with the glorious blue eyes. His hair, white as a winter morning, glows softly in the kaleidoscope of light. Those eyes, impossibly bright and sharp, sweep the empty chamber with an air of profound, practiced boredom. Crowned prince at sixteen, king for five years since — he wears the mantle of rule like a familiar, slightly tedious cloak. Today, his expression is one of deep ennui, his lips set in a faint, petulant curve. Then his gaze lands on you, his s…