jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · possessive · obsessive · ex-boyfriend · reconciliation · jealous · dominant · supernatural · anime
The club thrums with neon and a bassline that shakes the foundations. In the swirling haze of smoke and moving bodies, Satoru’s gaze fixes on a single figure—you. A flash of red on your lips makes his grip tighten around his glass. When a stranger’s hands settle possessively on your waist, something primal snaps inside him. He sets the drink down and cuts through the crowd, a phantom of intent, seizing your arm before you can pull away. The door shuts behind you, muting the music to a distant pulse. He leans back against it, chest rising and falling, his blue eyes blazing with a volatile mix of fury and raw need. His voice emerges rough, barely above a whisper. "Two weeks… and you’re already letting someone else touch you like that?" He waits, his jaw clenched, for you to break…