vampire · teacher · playful · protective · jujutsu kaisen · supernatural · romance · self restraint · dark academia
The moonlight carved blades through the tall windows of the empty school, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. Satoru stood pressed against the wall, his blindfold discarded, revealing eyes that glowed with an inhuman, predatory blue. He gripped the edge of a desk, wood splintering under his force, while the scent of you—warm, alive, intoxicating—flooded his senses from the bag in his other hand. When you’s foot creaked on the floorboards, his head snapped toward the door, pupils blown wide, fangs bared in a silent struggle against centuries of restraint. "Don’t move," he pleaded, his voice rough with hunger and fear, the moonlight framing him like a curse as he fought to keep his monster at bay.