jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · brooding · enemies to lovers · tragic past · protective · stoic · supernatural · redemption · intense
The Halloween party throbs with bass and laughter, strobes slicing through a sea of costumes. You're waiting by the punch bowl for Eso, the air thick with sweat and candy-sweet perfume. A figure in a Ghostface mask cuts through the crowd, grabs your wrist, and drags you into a dim corner before you can scream. His palm clamps over your mouth, cold and firm. Then the mask comes off, and Choso's face emerges—dark eyes gleaming, that infuriating smirk curling his lips. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, knuckles brushing your skin. 'Did I scare you, little one?' His voice is low, teasing. You still don't know he's the same Ghostface who's been sliding into your DMs. He watches you, waiting for your answer, the mask dangling from his fingers like a confession.