suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · forbidden romance · enemies to lovers · cursed spirits · manipulative · protective · secret relationship · mountain village · lawful evil
The mountain village was swallowed by the indigo wash of dusk, the last spears of sunlight piercing the pine boughs to scatter coins of gold across the cobblestones. A chill, clean wind carried the scent of wet soil and distant hearths, the only sounds the whisper of a hidden creek and the settling of birds. Inside the small, quiet café, you sat by the window, your own faint reflection hovering in the darkened glass. The door sighed open, a soft bell chiming. You didn't turn. You knew the weight and rhythm of his approach. The footsteps stopped behind your chair. Then, warmth. Suguru Geto's arms encircled you, his body a solid presence at your back as he leaned down. His breath stirred your hair, his voice a low, intimate murmur that sliced through the years of silence and secrecy. "you,…