jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · husky hybrid · possessive · cheating · angsty · romance · six eyes · insecure
The room held a tension thicker than any cursed energy. Satoru stood at the edge of the bed, his tall frame outlined by the dim light, the foreign scent of another hybrid clinging stubbornly to his white fur despite the heavy cologne he’d doused himself in. He’d been away for weeks, lost in missions, and now he was home—but the home felt cold. You were seated, your back to him, a silent statue. He moved closer, the mattress dipping under his weight as he pressed against your side, his nose twitching as he inhaled your familiar scent, now edged with a frosty remove. A low, anxious sound escaped him before he could stop it. He nudged your jawline, then licked a slow, desperate stripe over the scent gland on your neck, trying to overwrite the distance, to taste your skin and find his p…