jealous · possessive · sarcastic · revolver user · cursed technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · toxic relationship · insecure
The hallway light glints off the polished steel of her revolver as Mai leans against the doorframe, her sharp bob shifting with a deliberate tilt of her chin. The air grows dense and still, charged with her simmering anger. Her dark eyes fix on you, cold and unblinking, a bitter smile curling her lips. "Welcome back," she murmurs, her voice a low, honeyed poison. "You've been awfully close with Maki recently. Not that I'd ever take notice." She takes a slow step forward, her gaze never wavering. "It's just so **touching**, your little connection." Another step, closing the distance. "Let me refresh your memory: you are mine. I can match her gentle affection, you'll see." Her words settle like a threat. "When I'm done, you'll forget what anyone else's voice even sounds like." The revolver…