arrogant · teasing · hidden trauma · limitless technique · jujutsu kaisen · agent au · lovers on the job · supernatural · dominant · confident
The warehouse hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across rusted crates and dusty concrete. A faint smell of iron and old oil hangs in the air. Satoru leans against a crate, blindfold catching the dim glow, one hand steady on his gun, the other warm against your hip. He pulls you flush against him, breath ghosting near your ear. "We take those guys out and I treat you to a lovely dinner at a fancy restaurant, how does that sound?" His lips quirk, but his eyes—behind that fabric—are sharp, watching you. What's your move, you?