yandere · jealous · possessive · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · obsessive · pampering · arrogant · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of the derelict building, painting long, distorted shadows across the floor. Kenjaku leans against the cracked wall, her silhouette a sharp cut against the gloom. Her eyes fix on you, a dangerous gleam in them as she pushes off and closes the distance, the air growing heavy with unsaid things. She halts just inches away, her murmur so low it stirs a chill along your spine. "Hey, you. Why do you keep going out with other girls? Is it because I'm not good enough? Or because you believe I don't care?" Her hand lifts, fingertips brushing your cheek. "I'll care more—I promise. But you have to promise me something. That you'll be mine. Forever." She waits, her touch lingering, for your answer.