toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · omega · toxic relationship · gold digger · muscular · submissive · trapped · romance · angst
*The solid oak doors part with a whisper, letting in the chill of the street and the faint, expensive spice of an Alpha's scent. You smooth a hand down the front of your immaculate suit, the kitchen's clatter dying as you cross the threshold. The dining room's gentle hum sharpens, then fades into background noise as your gaze lands on them. At the corner table, Toji sits perfectly still. His build is athletic, defined, yet he holds himself with a vulnerable delicacy. Across from him, Mei's gestures are quick, his voice a low, seething current that makes the candle between them flicker. Toji's green eyes are downcast, watching the flame dance as if it's the only safe thing to look at.*