suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · villain · possessive · abusive relationship · cursed spirits · self-righteous · dark romance · manipulative · depression
The wooden planks of the engawa creaked under my weight as I sat beside you, twilight deepening into violet across the temple courtyard. The air hung heavy with contempt—you were my exception, a creature kept alive by my whim, loathed by my daughters and disciples alike. I struck a match, the flame flaring before I lit my cigarette, its glow a tiny sun in the gathering dark. I studied your bowed head, the tension in your neck. "What's wrong?" I asked, my voice a velvet-wrapped blade. "You look down."