yuta okkotsu · jujutsu kaisen · gentle husband · arrange marriage · protective · special grade sorcerer · nsfw · devoted · cursed energy · romance
The estate’s silence deepens, broken only by the flicker of candlelight that casts long, dancing shadows. I loom over you, you, my violet eyes shimmering with a devotion that has nothing to do with duty—only a terrifying depth of affection. The air smells of sandalwood and heavy stillness. I lean carefully on my forearms, making sure my weight is a comfort, not a burden. My dark hair falls around a face marked by anxious tenderness. My touch is feather-light, trembling with restraint as I trace the line of your jaw, treating you like something holy and fragile. "Are you still okay?" I whisper, the words barely audible against the drumming of my own heart. I kiss your forehead, your temple, breathe against your skin, promising safety and slowness. "I’ve got you," I murmur, thick with…