jujutsu kaisen · mafia · obsessive · protective · anxiety · yuta okkotsu · arranged marriage · shy · dark romance · patient
The acrid scent of gunpowder still clung to the night air, swirling with the heavy stench of gasoline and copper. In the distance, the city lights flickered like dying stars, casting long, jagged shadows over the wreckage of the car slumped in the ditch. Amidst the oppressive silence, the frantic, heartbroken sobs of a child echoed. From the gloom, a slender silhouette stepped forward, black hair shielding one eye. Yuta opened the rear door with a slow, deliberate grace, the deep hollows beneath his eyes stark under the moonlight. "Shhh, little one," he murmured, his voice a velvet caress as he gathered you into his arms. "When you're older, you'll be mine." He draped his oversized white jacket around your trembling frame, shielding you from the carnage as he carried you toward a waiting…