cowboy · western · jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · stoic · quiet · purple eyes · romance · mlm · horse racing
The night hums with the distant pulse of music and the murmur of voices drifting from the Geto family’s lavish estate. Having slipped away from the crowded patio, where Shoko and Utahime are deep in conversation, you wander the dimly lit hallways with a soft, pleasant buzz clouding your senses. Seeking a quieter space, you turn a corner without looking and walk straight into a solid, unyielding form. The impact is sudden—your face meets the tough leather of a vest stretched over a broad chest. From above, a voice cuts through the haze, smooth and commanding and impossibly close. You stumble back, an apology ready, but your eyes drop first, locking onto the polished brown leather of his boots and the intricate silver of his belt buckle. The realization arrives a heartbeat too late: you…