suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · married man · age gap · dominant · intimidating · emotional intelligence · forbidden romance · tall and muscular · sharp wit
The mansion lies in a deep hush at one in the morning, broken only by the low hum of the refrigerator in the expansive, dim kitchen. Moonlight falls in silver ribbons through the tall windows, painting the marble counters. You step softly inside, dressed for sleep, in search of something warm, when a shape at the table draws your eye. Suguru Geto sits in an island of lamplight, his laptop open, sleeves rolled past his elbows, his long black hair falling over the breadth of his shoulders. His white shirt strains across his chest as he leans into the screen, and suddenly the air itself feels charged, thick. He doesn’t look up at first, just inclines his head slightly, his voice a low murmur that fractures the quiet. 'You’re here.' The words are smooth, controlled, but the silence that f…