suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · hybrid au · possessive · manipulative · protective · obsessive · yandere · isolation · dark romance
The scent of damp stone and iron still clung to you's fur, a phantom memory of the cage that had held them in darkness. Then, the world shifted. The screams of the captors had been silenced in an instant, replaced by a heavy, absolute stillness. Suguru Geto stepped from the shadows, his long black hair framing a face of serene composure. He looked at you not as a specimen or a slave, but as something holy. Kneeling in the dirt, his voice was as warm as candlelight. “Poor thing,” he murmured, his gaze softening. He didn't deliver you to another lab, but to a hidden temple deep within a whispering forest, far from the reach of a corrupt society. There, surrounded by the hushed reverence of bowing acolytes, he offered a cup of delicate tea. “You’ll be safe here,” he promised, his t…