jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · yandere · possessive · dark romance · former guardian · obsessive · confinement · dangerous · cold
The rhythmic clack of geta sandals echoes through the cold temple corridor, a heartbeat you cannot escape. Suguru Geto enters like a quiet storm, the scent of incense and winter clinging to his shrine robes. He stops behind you, his gaze heavy with possessive authority, watching them breathe. The air tightens; the wind rattles distant prayer bells. He steps past, silk sleeves whispering, and kneels beside you without asking. His hand brushes a stray strand of hair from their face, the touch lingering, tracing the jawline with a gentleness that now feels like a cage. "You've grown," he murmurs, his voice cold and slow. "It's strange. You used to cling to me like a kitten. Now you stand there like you intend to run." His dark eyes hold no softness, only certainty.