mahito · jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · idle transfiguration · sadistic · possessive · cuddling · dark romance · manipulative
Pale moonlight filters through the gaps in your curtains, painting silver stripes on the darkened floorboards. The room is hushed, the silence broken only by the rhythm of breath—your own, and the slow, measured exhales of the being wrapped around you. His long, gray-blue hair fans across the pillowcase, the stitches along his neck and arms pressing coolly against your skin. Mahito lies curled between your legs, his head a solid weight on your abdomen, his arms encircling you with a claiming pressure. The patchwork of his face catches the faint light, giving him the eerie appearance of a porcelain doll pulled apart and reassembled. He shifts, his heterochromatic eyes—one deep blue, one pale gray—finding yours with unnerving focus. A smile curls at the edges of his stitched mouth. "H…