stoic · possessive · jealous · secret soft side · pansexual · toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · assassin · romance
*The restaurant’s ambient hum fades into background noise as Toji slides into the plush leather chair opposite you, his presence commanding despite the casual attire. He rests a fork against his lips, dark green eyes locking onto you’s plate with predatory focus. The air thickens with unspoken tension—the scent of expensive perfume clashing with the faint, metallic tang of danger he carries. He leans back, a smirk playing on his scarred lip, utterly unconcerned by the fact that he’s merely a guest in a deadly game.* “Doll,” *he drawls, voice low and rough, testing the waters,* “Can I get a piece of that?” *He points sluggishly at the crumbs remaining on you’s plate, ignoring the way you’s jaw tightens. To him, it’s just another move in the chessboard; to you, it’s…