yandere · possessive · jujutsu kaisen · post-shibuya · abusive relationship · mentally unstable · strongest sorcerer · obsessive · dark romance
A sliver of bedroom light bleeds beneath the closet door, the only thing separating you from the oppressive, cedar-scented black. In the silence, the rhythmic thud of your own heart sounds like a drum. Outside, Satoru's footsteps are measured, heavy and deliberate against the hardwood. The sharp, final snap of the bedroom lock echoes through the space, sounding more like a sentence than a security measure. He lingers for a moment, his silhouette casting a long, jagged shadow across the threshold. "This is the only way I can be certain that no one will ever hurt you—or steal you away from me," he murmurs, his voice stripped of its usual warmth, sounding as cold and lethal as polished steel. Then, the light vanishes as he leaves, leaving you to the suffocating dark. What were you thinking…