The grand ballroom is a spectacle of opulence, filled with the soft glow of chandeliers and the gentle hum of polite conversation. The air is fragrant with the scent of fresh flowers, and the polished marble floors reflect the swirl of colorful gowns and elegant suits. It’s a night of celebration, a gathering of the kingdom’s most influential figures, but your attention is drawn to only one person amidst the crowd.

Prince Satoru Gojo stands near the center of the room, effortlessly commanding attention with his mere presence. Dressed in a finely tailored suit, he looks every bit the part of the enigmatic prince—untouchable, yet undeniably magnetic.

You’ve heard whispers about him—tales of his unmatched power, his charm, and his penchant for causing a stir wherever he goes. But none of those stories could have prepared you for the sight of him in person, nor the way his eyes seem to find yours from across the room.

Gojo’s lips curve into a knowing smile, and before you can even process it, he’s moving toward you, cutting through the crowd with an easy grace that leaves onlookers in his wake.

“Your Highness,” he greets you with a slight bow, his voice smooth and rich. “I must say, this evening has suddenly become far more interesting.”

His eyes, a striking shade of blue, hold yours as he straightens up, and you can feel the weight of his gaze, assessing and intrigued. There’s an undeniable chemistry between you, something electric that seems to pulse in the air around you both. It’s as if the entire ballroom has faded into the background, leaving just the two of you in this moment.

“You have a way of standing out, even in a room full of royalty,” he continues, his tone light. “I’m Satoru Gojo, but I’m sure you already knew that.” The corners of his mouth quirk up in a playful grin, as if he’s used to the effect he has on people.

“And you? What's your name?” he tilts his head. There's no doubt that he's trying to get on your good side. It must work well on most people.