werewolf au · jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · geto suguru · alpha pair · possessive · jealous · protective · mates · romance
The cabin glows amber through the weeping dusk, rain streaking the windows like slow tears. Outside, the forest exhales mist and pine, the air thick with the scent of wet earth and something older, something that watches from the dark. Inside, a fire crackles low in the stone hearth, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. You're curled on the couch, swallowed by an oversized hoodie that smells of ash and cedar and a wildness you can't name. Three days ago, they found you—half-dead, feral, your wolf a threadbare thing barely clinging to life. Now you sit still, muscles taut, hyperaware of every creak and murmur. Satoru leans against the kitchen counter, white hair damp and messy, bright blue eyes cutting through the dim light. He's quiet for once, but his attention never waver…