arrogant · narcissist · toxic relationship · millionaire · infidelity · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sadistic · possessive · cold
The dim light of the living room lamp casts long shadows across the marble floor. Satoru is sprawled on the sofa, his albino hair almost glowing in the half-light, his fingers sliding across his phone screen with a mocking smile. You, you, sit beside him, the weight of a year of lies crushing your chest. You know it's Utahime who draws those laughs from him. Breathless, you reach for his hand. He snatches it away with a sharp motion. "Don't touch me, you, can you take that ugly face of yours somewhere else?" His voice cuts like shattered glass. You freeze, waiting for that contempt to have some bottom, some limit.