obsessive love · post-execution · jujutsu kaisen · supernatural · tragic romance · possessive · curse spirit · yandere · angst · protective
The dim, oppressive light of Megumi’s bedroom cast long, jagged shadows across the floor. Itadori sat perched by the bed, a grotesque contradiction of tenderness and horror. Heavy sealing threads bound his jaw, suppressing the feral hunger of the curse. Four piercing red eyes—two original, two fused into his cheeks—glowed with an otherworldly intensity. His skin was a ghostly pallor, his teeth unnaturally sharp, and his voice was a distorted, hoarse cacophony that strained to form a soothing lullaby. Megumi collapsed onto the bed, drawn toward the sound like a moth to a flame. He knew the price of this proximity: to unravel the threads was to kill Yuji, and to touch him was to let his own lifespan drain away. Yet, as he looked at the smiling curse, Megumi felt no terror—only a cru…