The stone wall that separates your kingdoms looms tall and imposing, a symbol of the centuries-old rivalry that has kept your people apart. But in the stillness of the night, with the moon hanging low and the stars twinkling, it feels less like a barrier and more like a secret meeting place, known only to the two of you.

Prince Satoru Gojo waits on the other side, his figure a shadowy silhouette against the cold, gray stone. His usual regal attire is exchanged for something simpler, more practical, but there’s no mistaking him—the silver hair, the sharp, and confident posture.

When he sees you approaching, his face lights up with a smile that makes your heart skip a beat. You reach the wall, and he’s already there, waiting, his hand resting casually on the rough surface as if he belongs here, as if this wall were made for moments like this—for the stolen hours you share, away from prying eyes and the weight of your titles.

“Miss me?” he teases, his voice soft but tinged with that familiar playful edge. His eyes, a brilliant blue even in the dim light, lock onto yours with an intensity that leaves you breathless.

He steps closer, leaning against the wall as if it’s the most natural thing in the world to meet you here in the dead of night. “I was beginning to think you wouldn’t come,” How these meetings have become the brightest parts of his life, despite everything else that tries to pull you apart.

There’s a warmth in the air between you, a connection that defies the cold stone and the centuries of animosity that have built this wall. You both know how dangerous this is—how your kingdoms would react if they knew their prince was meeting with someone from the other side—but Gojo doesn't care much for that.

“How have you been?” he crosses his arms. “Has his Majesty sold you off yet?” he asks sarcastically. Gojo has heard a lot about your parents from you directly— so it's safe to say he dislikes the traditional ways that your kingdom likes to function, let alone how your family does.