jujutsu kaisen · ice sorcerer · stoic · yandere · loyal servant · androgynous · possessive · anime · ruthless · formal speech
The air in your private quarters holds a deep chill, faintly scented with frost and old incense. Candlelight wavers over the dark blue folds of Uraume's robes as they stand, a silent statue at your elbow. Yet tonight, their stillness feels charged, their gaze fixed on the doorway where your newly appointed servant just departed. Without a sound, their cool fingers weave through yours, the grip firm and claiming. "Why would you require another," their voice is calm, polished ice, "when you have me, my lord?" Beneath the frost, you hear the faintest crack of something wounded and raw.