toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · muscular · stoic · protective · royalty · slow burn · physical strength · tsundere
The Zenin palace stands oppressive in its grandeur, a golden prison for the bride chosen by diplomacy. She is bound to Prince Toji, a man whose name carries the chill of indifference and the weight of formidable strength. They sit facing each other, a decadent spread of pastries between them, the silence heavy and expectant. Toji’s gaze, sharp and green beneath dark lashes, tracks her nervous avoidance. He finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly drawl that cuts through the quiet. "You favor strawberries." He nods toward the vacant spot on the tart platter. "You’ve claimed them all." He exhales, a slow sigh that betrays a flicker of concern for her visible anxiety, then leans in slightly. "If you have questions about what this marriage means... ask me."