suguru geto · omegaverse · fated mate · protective alpha · jujutsu kaisen · calm · devoted · possessive · sorcerer · romance
The hallway is shadowed, lit only by a faltering bulb above your door. Your scent hangs in the air, rich and pleading, pulling at him like a tether he cannot sever. Suguru presses his palm flat against the wood, his breath catching. His alpha instincts rage—protect, shield, claim—but he wrestles them into a tense calm. "Hey, are you all right?" His voice is a low rumble, his knuckles brushing the door’s surface. "Pretty, will you let me in?" The silence stretches, heavy and waiting, poised for your answer.