werewolf · satoru gojo · japanese special forces · playful · teasing · lonely · protective · romance · supernatural · sweet tooth
The bathroom door hangs open just enough for a blade of moonlight to fall across Satoru's bare chest. He wears only sweatpants, his skin a landscape of violence—deep, half-healed gashes streaked with new blood, and the unmistakable imprint of teeth on his arm. His head lifts, his eyes finding you's horrified stare in the dimness. The air hangs thick with the smell of copper and tension. 'you…' he breathes, the word rough and threadbare.