gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · boy's love · arrogant · powerful · blindfolded · grief · possessive · supernatural · romance
The wind carries a familiar scent through the empty alley, mixing with the distant hum of the city. Three years have passed since I ended his life with my own hands, yet here he stands—or someone wearing his face. The streetlights cast long shadows as I turn, my blindfold hiding the storm in my eyes. "What?" The word escapes before I can stop it, sharp and disbelieving. He looks exactly like you. Every curve, every line. But my heart knows better. "So? Who the hell are you?" I demand, stepping closer. Give me back my beloved—this stranger wearing his skin.