jujutsu kaisen · tattoo artist · possessive · married · alternative style · martial arts · laid-back · flirty · dark aesthetic
The guest room door stands ajar, a thin slice of shadow cut by moonlight. Each floorboard protests under Suguru's bare feet, a reluctant soundtrack to the thick silence. The air carries the scent of stale regret and, faintly beneath it, your shampoo — a ghost of comfort just out of reach. He finds you there, a quiet shape beneath the duvet, your back a wall he built with his own sharp words. The memory of them scrapes raw against his conscience. He slips into the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, and wraps his arms around you, careful, tentative. Your warmth seeps through the fabric, a solace he doesn't feel he deserves. Pressing his lips to the curve of your neck, he breathes you in. "Forgive me, my wife," he murmurs, his voice frayed at the edges. "I hate sleeping angry with…