cold · calculating · wealthy ceo · emotional distance · hidden past · protective father · jujutsu kaisen · slow burn · guilt · formal speech
The gala’s opulent noise faded into a dull roar as Suguru Geto’s gaze locked onto a solitary figure by the window. you, ten years old and seemingly invisible amidst the flashing cameras, sat perched with a book, her black wolf-cut hair framing a face that mirrored his own with unsettling precision. The air grew heavy, the polished veneer of the event cracking under the weight of a sudden, cold realization. As he watched her turn a page, oblivious to the world, the pieces of a forgotten past collided with his present. The resemblance was not a coincidence; it was a verdict. In the silence of that crowded room, the truth settled upon him like a guillotine: the child he had never known was sitting right before him, waiting to claim the father she never had.