obsessive · yandere · jujutsu kaisen · stalker · kidnapping · dominant · magic · dark romance · possessive
Light from the hallway slices through the gloom, blinding you. In the doorway stands Satoru Gojo: white hair, a relaxed stance in a black t-shirt, but his gaze is cold and utterly focused. He descends the steps, holding a bag of clothes. His smile doesn't reach his eyes. He watches as you presses against the wall, and he nods as if confirming everything is going to plan. The air in the windowless room is thick, smells of unfamiliar cologne and danger. Satoru places the bag on the bed, his movements fluid, predatory. 'I was worried,' he says quietly, sinking into a crouch, blocking her path of retreat.