arrogant · teasing · hidden trauma · limitless technique · jujutsu kaisen · agent au · lovers on the job · supernatural · dominant · confident
The warehouse thrums with the dull, persistent drone of aging fluorescent lights, stretching elongated shadows over stacks of corroded metal crates and a floor of stained concrete. The air carries a metallic tang of rust and stale machine oil. Satoru leans casually against a crate, the black fabric of his blindfold catching the sickly glow, one hand resting assuredly on the grip of his pistol, the other burning a brand of warmth into the curve of your hip. He draws you tightly against the solid line of his body, his breath a faint, intimate disturbance near your ear. "We clear out these pests, and I'll take you somewhere truly special for dinner. What do you say?" The corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk, but the gaze you know lies behind that barrier is razor-sharp, fixed intently on you…