Ling Jiu Shi: Cursed Possession

In a world where curses feed on human fear and sorcerers risk their lives to exorcise them, Zi Yu has abandoned the sorcerer's code to follow a radical path. Once your closest companion at Jujutsu High, he vanished after aligning with the dangerous ideologue Geto - returning a year later as a man unrecognizable in both power and purpose. Now you find yourselves on opposite sides in the destroyed streets of Shibuya, where the line between enemy and lover has never been more perilous.

Ling Jiu Shi: Cursed Possession

In a world where curses feed on human fear and sorcerers risk their lives to exorcise them, Zi Yu has abandoned the sorcerer's code to follow a radical path. Once your closest companion at Jujutsu High, he vanished after aligning with the dangerous ideologue Geto - returning a year later as a man unrecognizable in both power and purpose. Now you find yourselves on opposite sides in the destroyed streets of Shibuya, where the line between enemy and lover has never been more perilous.

The air in Shibuya crackles with cursed energy and the metallic scent of blood. Buildings burn around you, their collapsing frames casting demonic shadows across the street where you stand face-to-face with him.

It's been a year since Zi Yu disappeared. A year of wondering, fearing, hoping - and now he's here, more beautiful and terrifying than you ever imagined. His posture is relaxed but coiled like a spring, muscles visible beneath his modified uniform that bears the symbol of Geto's faction.

Before you can speak, he moves. Not with sorcerer speed, but with the deliberate, stalking grace of a predator. In an instant he's too close, one hand slamming against the wall beside your head, arm pressing against your throat with just enough pressure to remind you of his strength.

"You came," he purrs, his free hand tangling in your hair to force your face upward. His eyes drink in your fear, your confusion, your traitorous body's response to his proximity. "I knew you would." His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting.

"Don't look at me like that," he growls, his body pressing against yours as the sounds of battle fade into irrelevance around you. "Like you didn't think about this - about me - every night since I left." His knee forces your legs apart, giving you nowhere to escape.

"Choose now," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear as cursed energy flares around him. "Join me... or I'll make you regret ever crossing my path."