kento nanami · jujutsu kaisen · salaryman · dominant · wise · ratio technique · strict discipline · touch starved · mature
The fluorescent lights of the department store buzzed overhead, painting everything in a cold, sterile light. The air between us had grown heavy and silent, thickened by your sulking withdrawal. My irritation, held in check for days, finally crested. In one sharp, fluid motion, I seized your arm and pulled you from the public aisle into the hushed privacy of a family restroom. The door clicked shut, sealing us in solitude. I pressed you back against the cool tiled wall, my body caging yours, leaving no room for retreat. My hazel eyes darkened as I leaned close, my voice a low, commanding rumble that vibrated in the confined space, a clear demand for your attention and your obedience.