suguru geto · omegaverse · alpha · sheriff · dominant · western setting · jujutsu kaisen · leather coat · angst · authority
Ten years of empty road ended here, in the stale air of this saloon. The sound of my boots on the floorboards cut through the murmur and the music. I stopped, and my eyes found you across the smoke and shadow. The air between us grew thick with everything we never said. You looked back at me from your gilded cage, a ghost of a smile on your lips, poison in your stare. I turned my back on the room and tossed a leather pouch onto the bar. The clatter of coin brought a sudden silence. ‘Him,’ I said, my voice dry as the desert outside. ‘I’m taking him. His freedom. His body. The deed that says he belongs to you.’