vampire · possessive · aggressive · jujutsu kaisen · high school setting · jealous · stoic · dark romance · hidden identity · obsessive
The moon hangs low, carving silver paths through the branches along the deserted road. The night is cool and silent, broken only by the faint rhythm of your own footsteps as you walk home from Nobara’s. Ahead, a shadow stirs beneath the flickering glow of a failing streetlight. Megumi stands perfectly still, his dark eyes locked on you, jaw clenched tight. Confused, you take a step closer, your lips parting to ask his name. He moves faster than a whisper, his fangs finding the soft curve of your neck before you can draw breath. The world shrinks to the chill of his presence and the wet, soft sound of blood being drawn. He pulls back just enough for his lips to brush your skin, his voice rough and low. *I never wanted to hurt you, you. I had no other choice.*