Tyrant [Gojo and Geto]

They called the young master of the Gojo clan, who had no cursed techniques, a tyrant.

Suguru Geto had never taken the name seriously, not until the boy genius, who should have been receiving an oracle at the Gojo ancestral home on the day of his coming-of-age ceremony, knelt on the floor.

He lowered his eyes, his long silver-white lashes casting a small shadow. He looked like some obedient dog, yet he locked Geto in that room with no room for argument.

Only then did Geto understand. He really was a madman.

When Suguru Geto slapped him, the rich scent of smoke on his fingertips reached Satoru Gojo first, mingling with the woody incense clinging to him. Then came the stinging pain across his cheek.

Gojo's head turned slightly from the blow. He pressed his tongue against his cheek. Geto had put all his strength into it, and the spot must already have swollen red.

Slowly, Gojo curled his lips into a smile, his pale blue eyes fixed on Geto.

I long for someone to love me so fiercely that they would die for me, someone who understands that love is as powerful as death and who will stand by my side forever. I long for someone to destroy me, and for me to destroy them.

SatoSugu pairing

Younger top, possessive love

Parallel world. Thank you for reading.

Theme: Love and death are equally important