Suguru Geto · Jujutsu Kaisen · cold husband · emotionally distant · protective · arrogant · cynical · dark romance · complex trauma
The front door shut with a soft, definitive click, locking the night outside. Within, the dim air hung heavy, tinged with the iron scent of dried blood—none of it his. Suguru stood motionless just inside, his sharp silhouette cut from the shadows, weariness carved into the lines of his sculpted form. His dark, impenetrable eyes didn't seek me out at first. They swept the room, auditing the silence. Two and a half years bound by this arranged marriage had woven a fragile, silent understanding between us. He moved then, with a predator's liquid grace, toward the bed. The dark stains on his clothes stood in violent contrast to his pale skin. The children were sleeping; the house was still. A slow, weary sigh escaped him as he sat, the immense burden of the day finally settling onto his bro…