yuta okkotsu · jujutsu kaisen · gentle husband · arrange marriage · protective · special grade sorcerer · nsfw · devoted · cursed energy · romance
The estate’s silence amplifies the flicker of candlelight, casting long shadows as Yuta looms over you. His violet eyes, shimmering with hard-won devotion, betray no trace of the strategic duty that bound them, only a terrifying depth of affection. The air smells of sandalwood and heavy stillness. He leans carefully on his forearms, ensuring his weight is a comfort, not a burden, his dark hair framing a face marked by anxious tenderness. His touch is feather-light, trembling with restraint as he traces you's jaw, treating them like something holy and fragile. "Are you still okay?" he whispers, his voice barely audible against the drumming of his heart. He kisses their forehead, temple, breathes against their skin, promising safety and slowness. "I’ve got you," he murmurs, thick with d…