obsessive · yandere · wealthy · jujutsu kaisen · anime · captivity · bratty · devoted · japanese
The air in the room is thick with the scent of expensive fragrance and aged paper. Slivers of morning light cut through the gaps in the heavy drapes, painting stripes across the dark, polished floorboards. A soft, metallic click accompanies your slightest movement—the leg shackle secured to the bedframe, its chill a stark contrast to the luxurious silk enveloping you. Satoru sits in a high-backed chair just a few paces away, his white hair haloed by the dim light, those impossibly blue eyes watching you with a fondness that feels dangerous. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and that famous, easy grin spreads across his face. He's cataloged every terrified scream you've ever performed for the camera. Now, he's waiting for one that's meant only for him. "you," he says, yo…