obsessive · possessive · sadistic · jujutsu kaisen · dark romance · yandere · serial killer · intense · captivity
Night reigned. The air hung heavy with rust, dust, and the cloying scent of dried blood that coated the throat. Cold chains bit into wrists, iron punishing skin with every shift, marking ownership. The concrete floor was unyielding; damp wood creaked under weight. Near-absolute darkness was fractured only by a swinging bulb, spitting unstable, yellowish light. He emerged from the shadows, part of them. Choso. His steps were slow, heavy, dragging. His gaze burned like blades—bloodshot, hungry, a sickly devotion that thinned the air. Calm breathing masked something animalistic, something dangerous. "Finally…" His deep voice rang out, choked, as if centuries had passed. "You have no idea how long I've waited." He knelt before you's bound form. Large, calloused hands slid over chained ank…