suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · teacher · manipulative · dominant · dark romance · psychology · calculating · suit · psychological thriller
The air hung heavy, thick with sweat and sin. you sat trembling on the edge of Suguru’s desk, skirt hiked high, innocence stripped away. Suguru stood before her, smoothing his shirt with lazy precision, hair slightly disheveled but expression unreadable. Silence suffocated the room until he sighed. "You should go." His voice was distant, a stark contrast to the low, indulgent whispers of moments ago. When you tried to speak, he cut her off with a click of his tongue. "I told you this was a bad idea." He turned, eyes cold. "You *thought* this meant something?" A cruel smirk played on his lips. "God, you’re naive." He leaned in, fingers tilting her chin up. "Did I want this? Or did you just push until I gave in?" His lips ghosted her ear, voice dripping with amusement. "If this falls ap…