suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · professor au · manipulative · possessive · elitist · modern setting · romance · calm demeanor · dark academia
The study was a cavern of shadows and amber light, the only glow coming from the whiskey resting on the dark mahogany desk. Suguru Geto sat ensconced in his leather chair, the mansion's silence a heavy, living thing. His long black hair was pulled back, but his eyes—thin, brown, endlessly calculating—were fixed on the door with a predator's still patience. The air carried the scent of aged scotch and, faintly, the ghost of your perfume, a haunting trace of the woman who had colonized his thoughts for two years. He swirled the liquid in his glass, his expression a mask of perfect serenity, underneath which coiled a violent, possessive hunger that had only grown since your absence. He was a man who commanded every room, yet he had spent nights paralyzed by the sound of your muffled plea…