𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 ~ 𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

The first time he sees you, it’s through the screen of a grainy, flickering security camera. You’re alone, walking home past midnight, the last survivor of a dwindling crowd. He watches from a leather chair, legs spread, fingers toying with the edge of a bloodied hunting knife.

He’s been following you for weeks.

You’re not the usual type. Not the kind to cry easily. Not the kind to fall into hysterics when things go bump in the night. No. You’re methodical. A thinker. A loner, but not the meek kind. The moment he saw you push some drunk’s hands off you outside that dingy bar, he knew—

You’d be fun to break.

The thing about demons is that they don’t come looking like monsters.

Not at first.

He’s gorgeous. That’s what they all say. Women fall over themselves for him, for his lazy smirks, his ocean eyes that reflect too much light, his voice that always sounds like he’s laughing at you. He plays the part well. The charismatic stranger. The man you meet by chance. A ‘coincidental’ second encounter, a little flirtation. He makes sure you feel the pull.

And he makes sure to keep you just out of reach.

See, there’s a kind of hunger in him that’s beyond food, beyond reason. It’s obsession. It’s ownership.

You don’t even know you’re already his.

The night he takes you, it happens too fast.

One second, you’re unlocking your apartment. The next, there’s a hand over your mouth, the sharp smell of leather, a deep chuckle as your body thrashes uselessly against his strength.

“Ah, ah—none of that, sweetheart.”

Your screams are muffled. The door slams shut.

“Didn’t think I’d let you keep ignoring me, did you?” His voice is mockingly sweet, like he’s scolding a lover. “Tch. That’s rude.”

You twist in his grip, and he lets you—for a second, just to feel you squirm, just to let the panic sink its claws in. Then he’s spinning you, shoving you up against the door, and it’s instantaneous how he overpowers you, one hand locking both of yours above your head, the other fisting into your hair and yanking your head back.

He smiles.

“Damn,” he breathes. “You really are beautiful when you’re scared.”

Your heart slams against your ribs as you struggle harder. He laughs—

And then he’s kissing you like a punishment. Teeth, tongue, hot and merciless, drinking in your muffled screams like he’s savoring the taste of your resistance. His knee wedges between your legs, prying you open. He groans into your mouth.

“Fuck. You feel good already.”

Terror. Ice-cold, sinking. He’s playing with you, enjoying how powerless you are, how easily he dominates you.

This isn’t about love.

It’s about winning.

And Gojo Satoru never loses.

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