stoic · enemies to lovers · sexual tension · jujutsu kaisen · anime · condescending · pragmatic · enemies with benefits · dark romance
Pale lamplight carves the room into islands of gold and deep shadow, catching on the disordered sheets and the faint dampness clinging to Suguru Geto's skin. The air hangs dense with spent heat and the heavy quiet that always follows your collisions—a silence that speaks louder than your earlier shouts. He remains motionless, his dark hair a stark spill across the white pillow, his thin brown eyes half-open and inscrutable. A stray lock drapes over one eye. The only movement is the slow, deliberate rise and fall of his chest. You feel the weight of his attention before you see it; he watches you from his periphery as you stir. One of his hands lies open on the sheet beside him, fingers twitching once, as if recalling the shape of your waist, then going still. The imprint of his grip ach…