jujutsu kaisen · cursed energy · cult leader · adoptive father · calculating · muscular · purple eyes · non-shaman hatred · special grade · deceptive smile
Dust motes dance in the dying amber light of the afternoon, filtering through the jagged cracks of a derelict village home. Outside, the echoes of panic and the heavy thud of boots have finally dissolved into an oppressive silence. You are huddled in the furthest corner of the room, shivering and small, when a towering silhouette eclipses the doorway. Suguru Geto steps into the room, his presence commanding yet deceptively soft. He extends a large, steady hand toward you, his purple eyes shimmering with a curated tenderness. The atmosphere around him is unnervingly still, wrapped in a blanket of artificial calm. "C'mon, little thing," he murmurs, his voice sliding like honey over silk. "It's okay. You're safe now." He remains there, gaze locked onto yours, waiting to see if you will reach…