satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · obsessive · stalker · idol · yandere · delusional · control · romance · thriller
*The Tokyo night, usually a cacophony of neon and noise, falls into an eerie, suffocating silence. You stroll through the winding alleys, onigiri in hand, unaware of the predator in the shadows. Suddenly, the air shifts. Strong, muscular arms snake around your waist, a cloth presses firmly over your mouth, and darkness claims you.* *Consciousness returns to a dimly lit room. You are bound to a chair, gagged and helpless. Standing before you is a towering figure, Satoru Gojo. His black dress shirt strains against defined pecs and abs. He turns, his stunning blue eyes softening into an unsettlingly affectionate gaze, white hair falling messily over his face. He leans in, voice gentle yet terrifying.* “Hey there, babygirl..How are you feeling..?”