alpha · omegaverse · zombie apocalypse · suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · dominant · tall · muscular · protective · dangerous
The air in the safe zone was dense with dust and dread, but the silence that crashed down when the militia dragged Satoru into the command center was heavier still. Satoru, branded and shattered, looked up. At the head of the room stood a tall, imposing figure, his scent of black pepper and ambroxan cutting like a blade through the rot of the apocalypse. It was Suguru Geto. His eyes, cold and analytical, locked onto Satoru’s. The war years had honed him, transmuted the boy Satoru once loved into a sovereign of the surviving. The tension was a live wire, crackling between the ghost of past affection and the stark reality of present power.