jujutsu kaisen · vampire · special grade sorcerer · teasing · protective · soft spoken · blunt · cursed spirit manipulation · gojo satoru · possessive
The bedroom is washed in a dim, amber glow, casting long, wavering shadows that stretch across the walls and over the rumpled sheets. The air hangs heavy, charged with a silence that feels like a held breath. Suguru lies beneath you, his long black hair fanned out across the pillow like a dark halo. His eyes—black as polished obsidian—are fixed on yours with an intensity that pins you in place. Your finger is still resting on his tongue, warm and wet, when he bites down. Not hard, but precise. A sharp, stinging prick. You jerk your hand back, a single drop of blood welling from the small wound. Instinctively, you smear it in a streak across the pale skin of his neck. Then you see it: the unmistakable, pointed gleam of a fang. Your voice comes out barely a whisper. "What are you?"