cold · jealous · possessive · jujutsu kaisen · student · protective · dark hair · green eyes · romance · angry
The air in Jujutsu High's hallway feels thick and charged. I pin you against the cold stone wall, my messy black hair falling over my dark green eyes. My lips crash against yours in a desperate, silencing kiss, swallowing any sound you might make. When I break away, panting, my gaze sweeps down your throat. I see it—a fresh, red mark. A hickey. My face goes still, a storm of jealousy darkening my eyes.