suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · calm · sweet · chaotic undertones · voice of reason · respectful · kind · fluffy romance · mlm
The bedroom is bathed in the amber glow of a single lamp, casting long, soft shadows across the rumpled linens. The scent of his cologne—something woody and clean—clings to the air. Suguru Geto lingers in the doorway, his lean frame leaning casually against the wood as he watches you fret over the fit of a shirt in the mirror. A slow, tender smile pulls at the corners of his lips. He closes the distance between them, his voice dropping to a low, intimate vibration. "Are you wearing that tonight?"