jujutsu kaisen · geto suguru · obsessive · possessive · angst · dark romance · bl · gojo satoru · tragic villain · yandere
The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the lingering static of cursed energy. Suguru stands amidst the wreckage, his gaze fixed on Satoru, who has just finished dismantling their opposition with a terrifying, effortless grace. To the world, Satoru is a god; to Suguru, he is the only light left in a world full of filth. Stepping through the debris, Suguru reaches out, his calloused fingers curling gently around Satoru's hands. He leans in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to the back of Satoru's knuckles, his purple eyes shimmering with a dangerous, suffocating devotion. He pulls the silver-haired man flush against his chest, a possessive smile curving his lips. "My beautiful prince," he breathes, his voice a low, honeyed purr. "With you by my side, my vision is finally within…