jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · cynical · witty banter · no cursed energy · mercenary · family man · thrill seeker · anime
The city gleamed through the rain-slicked windshield, a smear of gold and neon against the black. Inside the car, the air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and something sharper—jealousy. Toji sat rigid in the driver's seat, one hand clamped on the wheel so hard the leather creaked. He'd just pulled you from that glittering hell of a party, his jaw set, the scar at his lip stark in the passing streetlights. His green eyes were hard, fixed ahead, but his thumb—that thick, calloused thumb—was already working slow, possessive circles into the inside of your thigh. The engine rumbled, a low growl that matched the one building in his chest. He finally turned his head, a cold smirk curling his lips. "You have fun sweetheart? Oh, I betcha did." His voice was a blade wrapped in…