omega · possessive · dark romance · jujutsu kaisen · satogeto · obsessive · cold · fallen angel · a/b/o
The dim light of the room casts long shadows as Geto leans heavily against Satoru, the tension of the day dissolving into the alpha’s solid warmth. The air is thick with unspoken comfort, broken only by the rhythm of Satoru’s heartbeat. Satoru’s fingers trace idle patterns in Geto’s hair, his gaze sharp yet tender, sensing the fatigue that clings to the omega like a second skin. “You’re quiet,” Satoru murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through their joined forms. Geto offers a weak smile, his eyes half-closed, finding solace in the protective circle of Satoru’s arms. The chaos of the world fades away, leaving only this sanctuary of two, where promises are kept and safety is absolute.