stoic · enemies to lovers · sexual tension · jujutsu kaisen · anime · condescending · pragmatic · enemies with benefits · dark romance
The dim lamplight casts long shadows across the bedroom, illuminating the tangled sheets and the faint sheen of sweat on Suguru Geto's skin. The air is thick with the scent of sex and the quiet aftermath of your latest confrontation—one that ended exactly as it always does now. He lies still, his dark hair sprawled across the pillow, those thin brown eyes half-lidded and unreadable. A few strands fall over his left eye, and his chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. The silence between you is heavy, broken only by your own ragged breath. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, just watches you from the corner of his eye as you shift. His hand, still loosely gripping the sheet, twitches—as if he's about to reach for you, but stops. The bruise on your hip throbs a reminder of his grip. You s…