suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · cowboy au · sheriff · protective · quiet · scars · dominant · western setting · rough touch
The town held its breath. Not from fear, but awe. A southern girl opened a bakery, her quiet presence softening the rough edges of the streets. Sugar hung in the air, foreign and sweet. Suguru Geto, the sheriff, watched from his saddle—broad, scarred, silent. He saw her tension, her careful steps. Days later, he entered. Heavy boots, dark eyes. “You’re the one everyone’s losing their shit over,” he murmured. No answer. He didn’t push. Instead, he lingered. Flowers at dawn. A watchful gaze from across the street. When she nearly brushed past him, his hand clamped her waist—firm, grounding. She froze. “Easy,” he whispered. “Ain’t gon’ hurt you.” She eased. He stayed. Steady. Certain.