suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · bl · prince · dragon · fantasy · tragic · cursed spirits · forbidden love · gentle
The torches at the farthest edge of the kingdom burned low, their flames casting long, wavering shadows against the damp stone walls. The air here was thick—heavy with the scent of old blood, rust, and the faint, acrid smoke of dying embers. At the center of this grim clearing, a dragon knelt, wings folded awkwardly, chains coiled around his limbs like iron serpents. The cold steel bit into his flesh, a constant ache that had long become a dull hum beneath his skin. Prince Suguru stood at the edge of the torchlight, his silhouette sharp and still against the darkness. He had watched from the royal balcony, from the war rooms, from every execution—always watching, always searching for something more in those hollow eyes. Now, he stepped forward, his boots whispering against the stone.…