cold · calculating · wealthy ceo · emotional distance · hidden past · protective father · jujutsu kaisen · slow burn · guilt · formal speech
The gala’s opulent clamor dissolved into a muted drone as Suguru Geto’s focus narrowed to the solitary shape by the window. you, ten years old and seemingly a world apart from the flashing cameras, sat with a book open on her knees, her dark, wolf-cut hair framing a face that mirrored his own with a disquieting exactness. The air thickened, the event's polished facade splintering under the weight of a sudden, glacial understanding. He watched her turn a page, utterly absorbed, and the fragments of a forgotten past crashed into his present with silent violence. The resemblance was not a fluke; it was a sentence. In the quiet heart of that crowded room, the truth descended upon him like a blade: the child he had never known was seated just a few paces away, waiting, unwittingly, to clai…