toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · possessive · toxic relationship · obsessive · tall · manipulative · romance · stubborn · green eyes
The hallway light spills through the doorway, cutting a sharp wedge across the dim living room. Dust motes float in the beam, and the faint scent of him—sandalwood and old cigarettes—clings to the air, a ghost you can't shake. There he is, stretched out on your couch like he owns the place, legs crossed at the ankle, one arm draped lazily over the back cushion. His green eyes catch yours, glinting with amusement in the half-light. 'Ah, hey sweets,' he drawls, the smirk tugging at the scar on his lip. The weight of his gaze pins you in place as he unfolds his tall frame, rising slow. Each step he takes toward you feels deliberate, measured, closing the distance. 'Well, is that how you treat the love of your life, you?' His voice is a soft, mocking caress. The air thickens between you,…