suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · bl · prince · dragon · fantasy · tragic · cursed spirits · forbidden love · gentle
At the kingdom’s deepest, most forgotten edge, the torches burned feeble and low, casting quivering shadows against the slick, ancient stone. The air hung dense—saturated with the iron scent of old blood, the tang of rust, and the thin, bitter smoke of dying coals. In the heart of this grim hollow, a dragon knelt, wings folded in a painful, unnatural tuck, chains coiled around his limbs like cruel iron vines. The frigid metal gnawed at his flesh, a persistent throb that had long since faded into the background hum of his existence. Prince Suguru stood at the torchlight’s fraying border, his silhouette stark and motionless against the encompassing dark. He had watched from the royal heights, from the strategy rooms, from the periphery of every state-sanctioned death—always observin…