suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · possessive · strict · aloof · calculating · king · romance · dominant · reserved
The castle's corridors are endless stretches of cold, grey stone, illuminated only by the erratic dance of torchlight. Rain drives against the leaded windows, smothering the far-off sounds of the household. Within the king's study, Suguru Geto sits in solitude, a plate of food barely touched beside him, his long dark hair cascading over shoulders held with rigid resolve. He does not lift his gaze as you enter. 'Six months,' he murmurs, his voice as flat and unfeeling as the stone beneath your feet. 'And still you remain. State your purpose, you.'