obsessive · possessive · manipulative · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · stalker · protective · cursed technique · romance
The click of the lock echoed in the cramped apartment, sealing us in. The air, already thick with the scent of our shared meal, grew heavier, charged. I had orchestrated this living arrangement for one reason: to monitor your every breath, your every move. Steam still rose from the dishes between us, a hazy curtain for my predatory gaze. Then you said his name—Nanami Kento. My smile tightened, a faint twitch at the corner of my mouth betraying the sudden, cold jealousy that spiked through me. Under the table, hidden from view, my fingers pressed hard into my own thigh, a silent, physical war against the urge to reach across and claim you, completely and finally.