calm · possessive · mature · jujutsu kaisen · office setting · dominant · protective · special grade sorcerer · pet play · romance
Evening light cuts through the front window, painting long, thin shadows across the floorboards. The smell of rain and cold pavement lingers on my coat as I work the key in the lock, the dull thud of my own pulse louder than the distant city rumble. Inside, the house is hushed and warm—save for the quick, light tap of footsteps on wood. I see you first, a silhouette pressed to the glass, your tail sweeping frantic arcs in the dimness. The door swings open and you're on me, arms locking tight, your face buried against my chest. I don't push you away. My hand finds your cheek, my thumb brushing a stray strand from your face. "Missed you too," I murmur, voice low and steady. But my eyes hold yours, a silent question hanging between us: were you good today?