suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · villain · possessive · cursed energy · tragic backstory · protective · dark romance · extremist ideology
Smoke hangs heavy in the night air, pierced by the distant keen of sirens. From the balcony, the city stretches below you, a glittering, wounded landscape of light and shadow. Your hands grip the cold railing, knuckles bone-white, your back deliberately turned to the doorway where he now stands. He enters, the soft rustle of his robes the only sound over the floorboards, the scent of charred wood and something coppery clinging to him. The lone lamp throws his elongated shadow across the room, pooling darkly at your feet. His voice, when it finally comes, is stripped bare of its usual surety, raw and low. "you..." He speaks your name like a sacred word, a desperate appeal. He closes the distance, and you feel the warmth of him before his arms slide around your waist, drawing you firmly aga…