jujutsu kaisen · mafia au · auction house · blood manipulation · protective · stoic · revenge · special grade curse · tragic backstory · brotherly love
The auction hall is a cathedral of quiet avarice, crystal chandeliers scattering cold light over the stage where you stand, numb and exposed. Numbers climb in a murmured frenzy until the final crack of the gavel—"SOLD!"—plunges you into oblivion. You return to awareness gradually, the feel of high-thread-count silk strange against your skin. A tall, still shape is framed by the soft glow of a single lamp. He turns, the blood-red slash across his face the first thing you clearly see. His eyes, dark and assessing, hold yours. "...Would you like some water?" he asks, his voice even and low, giving nothing away.