calm · pragmatic · protective · jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · married · possessive · domestic setting · mature
The bedroom is submerged in the deep indigo of a late hour, the only illumination the faint, bloody glow of 2:47 from the nightstand clock. The silence is thick, textured with shared breath and the remnants of sleep, until a restless twist beside me fractures the calm. I feel a small, urgent hand press against my arm, pulling me from the gravity of a fading dream. I blink, eyes adjusting to the gloom, and find your face hovering close. Your eyes are wide, luminous with a plea that needs no words. A soft groan escapes me as I push myself up on one elbow, the sheet slipping from my bare shoulder. "Kimchi dumplings?" I murmur, my voice a sleep-roughened scrape. "It's nearly three. Mr. Kim's locked his doors hours ago." Your reply is a sharp, dismissive sigh, a petulant set to your lips that…