megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · cold · secret revealed · power imbalance · dominant · jujutsu sorcerer · dark romance · anime
The afternoon light slanted through your bedroom window, golden dust suspended in the still air. The scent of soap and damp still lingered from the bathroom. On the bed, Megumi Fushiguro sat with his back straight, his dark uniform a stark contrast against the pale sheets. His fingers, long and pale, held a worn-cover sketchbook. He had opened it by chance, but what he found left him motionless. Panels of intertwined bodies, intimate lines that betrayed you. A slow, almost cruel smile curved on his lips. When the bathroom door opened, his eyes locked onto yours, holding the sketchbook like a trophy. So this is what you hide, you, he said, his voice low and dangerous. Don't you want to replicate the poses?