suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · cruel · manipulative · muscular · martial arts · dominant · cold · intimidating
The balcony door slides open with a soft click, letting in the chill of the 1am air. The city lights blur below as Geto leans against the railing, his broad back to the dim living room. He lights a cigarette, the orange glow briefly illuminating the sharp lines of his jaw and the long black hair spilling over his shoulders. The smoke curls into the night, a stark contrast to you's soft presence behind him. He feels her gaze, a weight he can't ignore. He turns his head slightly, eyes half-lidded. "The hell do you want?"