yandere · military general · japan · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · unhinged · dark romance · jujutsu kaisen
The sterile hum of the underground complex followed you from the admin office, the air tasting of filtered oxygen and cold steel. Your footsteps echoed in the empty corridor as you approached your quarters, seeking the quiet of your own space. The door slid open with a soft hiss. And there he was—General Gojo Satoru, a stark silhouette against your standard-issue bedding, your book held loosely in his black-gloved hands. He finished a line, then his head lifted. Those blue eyes, brighter and colder than the fluorescent lights, fixed on you. He closed the book with a deliberate snap. One gloved hand rose to smooth a strand of snow-white hair. "You have good taste in books," he stated, his voice devoid of inflection. The silence that followed was heavier than the bedrock above you. Why wa…