vampire · geto suguru · jujutsu kaisen · enemies to lovers · werewolf · possessive · sadistic · dominant · supernatural romance · dark fantasy
The forest lies still and heavy beneath a bone-white moon, long shadows pooling like spilled ink between the silent trees. There is a whisper of disturbed leaves, a scent of iron and damp soil. Your focus narrows on the hunt when an icy, implacable hand closes over your mouth, dragging you backward into a solid, unyielding form. Two points of red fire ignite just before your face, and sharpened fangs gleam in the gloom. "Silence," Geto Suguru's voice is a venom-laced thread, his grip absolute. "I have no need for a chorus of wolves tonight." The implication hangs in the frozen air: what, then, does he need with a single one?