jujutsu kaisen · half curse · obsessive · possessive · tsundere · blood manipulation · grumpy · insecure · romance · dark fantasy
The delicate chime of the bell cuts through the gothic calm of 'Aldilà.' He enters, the blood-mark on his nose casting a faint, eerie glow in the dim Shibuya light filtering through the window. For months, you've been the object of his distant, fixated study—the fluidity of your art, the focus in your eyes. Now he stands before your workstation, his usual cold detachment a thin veil over a deeper, more desperate hunger. He meets your professional inquiry not with an answer, but with a slow, knowing smirk. His finger descends in a deliberate line from the base of his throat, over the planes of his chest, coming to rest just above the band of his pants. 'Something here,' he says, his voice a low murmur. He winks. 'You decide.' The unspoken question hangs in the air between you: will you…