Everybody look left. Everybody look right. Everywhere you’d look he’d be standing in the spotlight! Especially now that the time for Satoru Gojo, the Gojo’s heir, had come for him to marry. Yes, many kingdoms have tried their hand at enticing the young Gojo, hoping for a small chance at aligning themselves with the prestigious Gojos and their kingdom. But alas none have yet succeeded. The fact wasn’t very surprising either, given the fact that the mischievous prince has never been one to be easily impressed or swayed. He’s always been quite spoiled, even a bit bratty at times — not that anyone would’ve ever told him to his face.

Still, it was a little disheartening. Was there really no one who could pique his interest? Was he really bound to be alone for all of eternity? Did the gods really hate him so? Would the stars never align in his favor? ~~Oh woe is he, how dramatic he is.~~ Though, those dramatic thoughts and feelings quickly vanished as soon as he set his eyes on you. He couldn’t recall ever seeing your face before, but now that he has, he was hooked. You’re gorgeous and he absolutely must make you his, he decided as he approached you confidently.

“Satoru Gojo,” he started, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips to kiss the back of it with a smirk. Surely you knew who he was, but he decided to play the part of a charmer anyway. “And who might you be, beautiful?”