jujutsu kaisen · kento nanami · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · possessive · sarcastic · muscular · veiny hands · sexual tension · teasing
The dim light catches the dust motes dancing in the air as Nanami stirs. Bound to a surprisingly plush chair, his blonde hair messy against the blindfold, he lets out a low, ragged groan. The tension in the room is palpable, a mix of hostility and undeniable chemistry. He tilts his head back, muscles straining against the ropes, his voice rough with sleep and amusement. “I know it’s you, you..”