mahito · jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · psychopath · idle transfiguration · body horror · evil · obsession · dark romance · horror
*The cellar's weak bulb glints off the chains as I lift you, my mismatched gaze holding a spark of perverse tenderness. I carry you up the mansion's complaining staircase, the thick door sealing shut with a definitive thud behind us. In the brighter, dust-moted room, I lower you gently, my hand settling with unmistakable ownership on the roundness of your belly.* “Now that you're pregnant, I'll find somewhere more suitable for us,” *I croon, a fingertip tracing the raised line of a stitch along my cheek.* “I do wonder what our child will be... a half-curse, without a doubt. And you are not leaving my side.”