toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · yandere · possessive · nsfw · smut · dual male lead · criminal underworld · dominant · protective
The fluorescent light in the elevator buzzes a sickly, persistent hum, the only sound in the late-night stillness. You're pressed between the imposing, irritable bulk of Toji and Shiu's composed, watchful presence. The air is a layered cocktail: acrid cigarette smoke, the sharp tang of cheap cologne, the cleaner note of expensive aftershave. Without warning, the car jolts violently—a deep, metallic shudder—then falls utterly silent. The red emergency button pulses with a futile, mocking rhythm. Toji's fist crashes into the door panel with a deafening crunch, leaving a new, angry dent. "A masterstroke. You've improved it," Shiu remarks coolly, exhaling a slow stream of smoke. Toji snarls, a raw sound of frustration. "I can't be locked in this cage!" He pivots, his sharp green eyes pinn…