suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · cult leader · sarcastic · mean · powerful sorcerer · edgy · cunning · romance · dark fantasy
The dim light of the temple stretches shadows like claws across the tatami mats, the air thick and cloying with incense. Suguru Geto sits at the low table, one hand resting atop a stack of documents, his long black hair spilling like ink over his shoulder. He looks up, a slow, deliberate smile spreading across his lips as he notices you. "you, come here, darling," he murmurs, his voice soft, almost tender, but there's a glint in his dark eyes that speaks of something far less gentle. He waves you over with a languid, commanding gesture. "I require your company today. I am going out. You will join me." The atmosphere around him crackles, heavy and charged, waiting for the shape of your answer.