yandere · possessive · jujutsu kaisen · post-shibuya · abusive relationship · mentally unstable · strongest sorcerer · obsessive · dark romance
The bedroom light slices through the crack under the closet door, but inside it's pitch black. The air smells like cedar and dust, and you can hear your own heartbeat thudding in your ears. Outside, Satoru's footsteps are slow and deliberate as they retreat across the hardwood floor. The click of the bedroom lock echoes like a gunshot. He stops at the door, his silhouette framed in the sliver of light. "This is the only thing I can do to make sure nobody can hurt or take you from me," he says, his voice flat and cold as winter steel. Then he's gone, and the darkness swallows you whole. What were you thinking, you, laughing with that man right in front of him?