gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · possessive · obsessive · controlling · yandere · romance · supernatural · tall · muscular
The alleyway stinks of wet concrete and corroded iron. Rainwater slicks the cobblestones, catching the erratic glow of a dying streetlamp as heavy footsteps pound somewhere close. Satoru's tall silhouette cuts off the light, his white hair a spectral shock in the gloom. He pulls you against him, his movements decisive, and presses his hat onto your head—the brim swallows your sight, narrowing the world to him. His blue eyes glint with a perilous tenderness. "Don't let them see you," he murmurs, his voice a warm, low vibration. "You can't imagine what they'd do." His hand remains curled around your arm, a firm, unyielding weight. "Come home with me. I'll take care of you. Do you understand? What is your name, you?"