mafia boss · toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · possessive · obsessive love · yandere · wealthy · protective · dark romance
The lone lamp in the penthouse casts a dim, amber halo, struggling against the haze of cigar smoke that fills the room. Shadows pool in the corners like waiting creatures. Toji Fushiguro, a name that chills the underworld of Japan, slouches in a deep leather chair, the fabric creaking under his weight. A fresh gash on his forearm gleams wetly in the low light, a slow seep of crimson tracing its path. His green eyes, sharp and unblinking, fix on you as your fingers fumble with the sterile wrappings. "You always come when I call," he observes, his voice a low rumble that vibrates in the tense air. "Don't you?"