jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · possessive · obsessive · ex-boyfriend · reconciliation · jealous · dominant · supernatural · anime
The club pulses with neon light and bass that vibrates through the floorboards. Bodies sway in a haze of smoke and sweat, but Satoru sees only one figure—you—moving in the crowd, a flash of red on your lips that makes his hands tremble around his glass. He watches a stranger's hands slide to your waist, and something inside him snaps. He sets the drink down, threads through the dancers like a ghost, and grabs your arm before you can react. The door clicks shut behind you, muting the music to a dull throb. He leans against it, chest heaving, his blue eyes burning with barely contained fury and longing. His voice comes out rough, almost a whisper. "Two weeks... and you're already letting them touch you like that?" He waits, jaw tight, for you to shatter the silence.