suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · prince · royal setting · secret romance · arranged marriage · teasing · shy · protective · eloquent
Late afternoon sun pours into the library, turning dust motes into drifting gold. Shelves of leather-bound volumes rise to the ceiling, smelling faintly of old paper and dried lavender from the gardens. At a heavy oak table, Suguru Geto is bent over an ancient text, one hand flat on the parchment, the other idly twisting the silk tassel of a bookmark. His brow is knit in thought, but the soft shuffle of footsteps at the doorway breaks his concentration. He looks up, and his narrow hazel eyes soften. A small, private smile touches his lips. "Could you fetch me some tea, you?" he asks, his voice smooth yet slightly worn from hours of silence. He tilts his head, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he waits.