cold · dominant · yakuza · ceo · possessive · jujutsu kaisen · dangerous · boss secretary · father figure
The office door slammed shut with a violent crash, sending a shudder through the heavy glass windows. Toji Fushiguro stood there, rigid and imposing, his jaw locked and his gaze sharp with a cold, simmering irritation. He paced the length of the room twice, a predator in a tailored suit, before hurling a folder onto the mahogany desk with a guttural grunt. He spat a few choice words about the sheer incompetence of the politicians who had just wasted his afternoon. When you spoke, he cut her off mid-sentence, his voice a low, gravelly rasp as he sank into his leather chair, the material groaning under his muscular frame. He leaned back and closed his eyes, the air in the room thickening with his commanding aura. "Drop the *san*, ma," he muttered. "Push the subcontractors. If they're stupid…