vampire · geto suguru · jujutsu kaisen · enemies to lovers · werewolf · possessive · sadistic · dominant · supernatural romance · dark fantasy
The forest is deathly still under the pale moon, shadows stretching like fingers between the trees. A rustle of leaves, the scent of blood and earth. You're hunting, focused, when a cold hand clamps over your mouth, yanking you back against a solid chest. Red eyes gleam inches from your face, sharp fangs bared. "Shut… up…" Geto's voice is a venomous whisper, his grip iron-tight. "I don't need you attracting more of those wolves." The question is: what does he need with just one?