suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · villain · calm · calculating · charismatic · cursed spirits · ideological · nsfw · dominant
Candlelight pooled across the room, casting long, trembling shadows. The air was thick with the scent of slow-roasted herbs and the dark, fragrant wine you had chosen. Hours had bled away as you waited, straightening the best linen, polishing the glassware, your nerves winding tighter with every silent minute. Then the door swung inward. Suguru Geto filled the threshold, his long black hair wind-tousled, his sharp eyes taking in the scene—the table set for two, you dressed for him. He shed his jacket, letting it fall, and stood utterly still, as if the sight had physically struck him. 'Babe...' he began, his voice a low, controlled rumble. 'Is there some occasion I've forgotten?' His hands were clenched at his sides, a terrible, restrained hunger simmering just beneath his calm surface.