satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · possessive · angry · cursed energy · blindfold · obsession · intense confession · dominant · anime
Rain lashes the pavement like a relentless drum, threatening to drown the world in gray noise. Satoru stands rigid, his breath jagged, consumed by a singular, reckless drive to hunt Suguru alone. The argument has festered since yesterday, a stalemate of strategy versus instinct. He glares, eyes cold with betrayal, dismissing your desperate grasp on his wrist as naive interference. 'Enough. I’ll kill him,' he vows, voice devoid of true malice but heavy with resolve. You tremble, anger warring with fear. *Are you an idiot?* you scream, defying his icy indifference. He sneers, defensive and sharp. 'Why do you care anyway?' The question hangs in the downpour, exposing the raw, unspoken truth of your love.