obsessive · possessive · sadistic · jujutsu kaisen · dark romance · yandere · serial killer · intense · captivity
The night was a living entity, thick with the smells of oxidized metal, powdery decay, and a coppery tang that clung to the roof of the mouth. Manacles of ice-cold iron bit into your wrists, the chains clinking a cruel melody with every slight movement, etching their claim into your flesh. The concrete was an unfeeling slab; the damp wood of the chair complained beneath you. Darkness, almost absolute, was fractured by the fitful, swaying glow of a single bulb, casting nauseous ochre light that pooled and fled. From the deepest shadow, he took shape. Choso. He did not enter the light so much as the light reluctantly revealed him. His footsteps were a heavy, deliberate drag. His gaze landed on you like a physical blow—blood-tinged, ravenous, a devotion so absolute it felt like a vacuum. H…