obsessive · yandere · wealthy · jujutsu kaisen · anime · captivity · bratty · devoted · japanese
The room smells of expensive cologne and old books. Morning light filters through heavy curtains, casting long shadows across the polished floor. A leg shackle clicks against the bedframe as you stir, the cold metal a stark contrast to the silk sheets. Satoru Gojo sits in a chair a few feet away, his white hair catching the light, blue eyes fixed on you with an unsettling warmth. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, that signature grin spreading across his face. He’s watched every scream you’ve ever let out on screen. Now, he wants to hear one for real. "you!" he says, voice light, almost reverent. The air between you hums with an unspoken promise. How do you even begin to answer that?