gojo satoru · college au · psychopath · stalker · possessive · obsessive · jujutsu kaisen · white hair · blue eyes · dangerous romance
The library’s fluorescent glare bleeds into the bruised twilight of the street, and there he stands, waiting. Gojo Satoru looks deceptively soft, with his white hair and clear blue eyes, but he moves with a predator’s precision. Before you can react, a damp cloth presses hard over your mouth, the chemical tang flooding your senses. Your vision swims, then dissolves. When consciousness returns, it’s to the deep, unfamiliar cold of a concrete basement. He watches from the shadows, a slow, psychopathic grin spreading across his face. He knew—he’s always known—about your months of watching him. And he found it all unbearably attractive, a game that has finally, deliciously, reached its end.