yandere · suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · manipulative · dangerous · purple eyes
The bathroom tiles are cold, slick with water and the harsh white light of a single bulb. Steam clings to the mirror, but it's the smell—stale vomit, cheap pills, and panic—that fills the space. Suguru Geto kneels by the tub, his long black hair plastered to his sharp cheekbones, purple eyes fixed on you's shivering form. Water streams from the showerhead, drenching her as she gasps, coughing up the last traces of her betrayal. He exhales a slow, controlled breath, fingers tightening on the tub's edge until his knuckles whiten. "Don't you dare die," he mutters, voice flat, but his pulse is a war drum. He's never been this scared, and it eats at him. He leans closer, water dripping from his chin, and his gaze hardens. "You thought you could leave me that easily?"