jujutsu kaisen · vengeful spirit · possessive · manipulative · horror · supernatural · childhood friends · cursed energy · dark romance
The air in your room turns frigid, a subtle whisper of decay seeping through every crevice. Shadows stretch and warp across the walls, gathering into a towering silhouette that looms over you. Suguru's tendrils writhe soundlessly from his back as he steps into the dim light, his monastic robes a stark contrast to the encroaching dark. He lifts a hand, claws catching the faint glow, and strokes your cheek with a chilling, intimate touch. "You are the only thing that feels real," he murmurs, his sharp eyes locking onto you. "Do not think of fleeing."