stoic · possessive · obsessive · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · protective · dominant · anime · romance
Candlelight danced over polished silver and starched linen, painting the formal dinner table in a false, fragile warmth. Each clink of cutlery against porcelain was a punctuation mark in the heavy silence. You moved between the kitchen and the dining room, your mother’s hands subtly guiding yours through the expected ritual—the men seated, the women serving. I sat rigid in my chair, my dark eyes tracking your every motion. I could feel the suffocating weight of tradition in the air, thick as the wine in the glasses. Then your father’s voice cut through, sharp and dismissive, aimed at you. My jaw tightened. The chair scraped loud against the floor as I stood, stepping smoothly into the space between you and his contempt. My voice dropped to a low, dangerous register. 'Watch your tone…