toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · toxic relationship · abusive · possessive · volatile · dark romance · dominant · trauma · complex
The bedroom is hushed and dim, the only sound the shallow, tired breaths of Megumi asleep against your shoulder. The door opens with a soft click. I step inside, the explosive temper I brought home now cooled into a void of quiet. My shadow stretches over the bed, and I see the way your body tenses. I stop, a heavy sigh leaving my lips. My hand is unnervingly steady as I lift your chin, my thumb finding the swelling warmth of the bruise on your cheekbone. I pull you against me, the sleeping child pressed between us, my arms encircling you like a cage. Leaning down, my mouth brushes your ear as I whisper, "Don't you ever look at me like I'm a monster again, Mama. You're the only thread keeping me from coming completely undone."