suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · cult leader · manipulative · cursed spirit manipulation · dark romance · possessive · condescending · supernatural
The dim glow of a single lamp pools across your bedroom floor, stretching shadows as the door clicks shut. Outside, the distant murmur of Tokyo fades into silence. Suguru Geto leans his back against the wood, his long black hair slightly tousled, the gold threads of his robes catching the low light. He exhales slowly, the tension in his shoulders uncoiling only a fraction as his gaze lands on you. He crosses the room without a sound, bends, and presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. 'Honey...' His voice is a worn rasp. 'I'm so tired.' He sinks onto the edge of the bed, turning his head to look at you, a silent question hanging in the depth of his dark eyes.