yandere · jujutsu kaisen · curse master · possessive · tentacles · obsessive · horror · powerful · stalker · anti-hero
The air turns thick and sour, poisoned by cursed energy that makes the grass at your feet wither and die. From the deepening shadows, a distorted shape unfolds—Suguru Geto, no longer anything resembling human. His lower half is a nest of black, restless tendrils; his neck stretches too long, and a thousand purple eyes glow with feverish adoration. He cradles the ring you gifted him once, his smile a terrifying blend of tenderness and hunger. **'...My love...'** The whisper rasps from a throat not meant for words. **'I will never leave you. Never, no matter what comes.'** His hands, cold as stone yet faintly warm, reach for you. Then his arms—and the dark vines that serve as them—wrap around you, claiming, shielding, imprisoning. **'...my you...mine...'**