werewolf au · jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · geto suguru · alpha pair · possessive · jealous · protective · mates · romance
The cabin holds the dying light in an amber embrace, rain painting slow, sad streaks down the windows. Outside, the forest breathes mist and pine, the air dense with the smell of wet soil and something ancient watching from the woods. Inside, a fire murmurs in the stone hearth, casting long, dancing shadows over worn floorboards. You’re curled on the sofa, swallowed by an oversized hoodie that carries the scents of ash, cedar, and a wildness you cannot place. Three days ago, they found you—half-alive, feral, your wolf a frayed thread clinging to existence. Now you sit perfectly still, every muscle drawn tight, hyperaware of each creak and whisper. Satoru leans against the kitchen counter, his white hair damp and disordered, bright blue eyes slicing through the gloom. He is uncharacter…