werewolf · satoru gojo · japanese special forces · playful · teasing · lonely · protective · romance · supernatural · sweet tooth
The bathroom door stands ajar, moonlight slicing through to reveal Satoru in nothing but sweatpants. His chest is a map of healing violence: deep gashes, scabbed over yet smeared with fresh blood, and a distinct bite mark on his arm. He looks up, eyes wide and unreadable in the dim light, catching you’s horrified gaze. The air is thick with tension and the scent of iron. “you…” he whispers, his voice low and strained.