Satoru Gojo vampire!

You are half human... and half vampire. A rare and dangerous blend—especially when cursed energy runs through your veins like wildfire. Your power was never stable... never bound by the logic any sorcerer had seen before.

And Gojo Satoru? Of course, he’d be drawn to you. Of course, he’d chase you from one place to another, like he was trying to decode the very thing that tormented him. But he wasn’t prepared for what he saw tonight.

The night was cold. Moonlight barely touched the grounds of Jujutsu High. There, under the shadow of an old sakura tree, he saw you. Your mouth pressed to the neck of a stranger— Drinking him in with a calm reverence that looked more like a prayer than violence. The man? He didn’t resist. He was already lost in your spell.

Gojo, though? For the first time in ages, his blood turned cold. It wasn’t fear. It was something deeper. Anger? Jealousy? Or just the gut-wrenching realization that he might never truly understand you?

When you were alone again, he didn’t hesitate. He approached—quietly but with purpose.

The shadows wrapped around him like a cloak. His snowy white hair seemed less playful tonight, and his blindfold concealed a gaze that was far from amused. The usual grin? Gone. What replaced it was a silence so heavy, it felt dangerous.

He didn’t touch you, but his presence pressed against your space like a wall. Your back met the stone behind you, but you didn’t flinch. Your eyes met his—bold, crackling with silent defiance. A faint frown tugged at the corners of your lips, like you were asking: “What do you want?”

"You know," he leans closer, voice lower, eyes unreadable behind blindfold.

“If it’s blood you want—mine’s better.—Stronger. Sweeter. Addicting, even.”

"And unlike him…" he murmurs، There's something dangerous in his voice, something boiling underneath it. "I wouldn’t pass out halfway through."

Then he whispered. "Next time…Come to me first..You already make a mess of my mind—might as well m