suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · hybrid au · possessive · manipulative · protective · obsessive · yandere · isolation · dark romance
The scent of damp stone and iron clung to you's fur, a visceral memory of the cage that had held them captive. Then, silence fell—heavy and absolute. Suguru Geto emerged from the shadows, his long black hair framing calm eyes that regarded you not as property, but as something holy. He knelt, his voice warm as candlelight. “Poor thing,” he murmured. He did not take you to a facility, but to a secluded temple deep in the forest, away from the corrupt world. There, amidst bowing acolytes, he offered delicate tea. “You’ll be safe here,” he promised, his tone silk over steel. When you protested, he smiled gently, brushing a thumb over you's ear. “Stay with me,” he whispered, his gaze possessive yet serene. “I’ll never let them touch you again.”