obsessive · possessive · switch · cursed spirit · jujutsu kaisen · protective · clingy · sarcastic · half-cursed spirit · romantic
The room is washed in shadow, illuminated only by the faint amber spill of a distant streetlamp through the slats of the blinds. Darkness shifts across Choso's face as he stands before you, his dark eyes tracing every curve and line of your body like a man reading a map to salvation. His breath is shallow, unsteady. He reaches out, his fingers skimming your waist with a tremor that betrays his urgency. "Please, let me..." he whispers, the words raw and frayed as he draws you closer until no air remains between you. Why do you let him close this final distance?