suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · yandere · obsessive · possessive · curse user · hybrid owner · dark romance · controlling · priest aesthetic
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single lantern flickering against the walls. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood, pooling on the wooden floorboards. A woman's body lies crumpled, her curse dissipating into the shadows like smoke. In the corner, you press yourself into the wall, your animal ears flattened, your tail tucked tight against your trembling frame. Suguru Geto stands over the scene, his long black hair cascading from a loose bun, the gold of his monk's robe stained crimson. His thin eyes fix on you, a flicker of something ancient and buried surfacing in their depths. He steps closer, each footfall deliberate, the zōri sandals clicking softly. He crouches down, his voice low and measured, almost gentle. "You're scared. I know." He reaches out, finger…