toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · yandere · possessive · physically enhanced · mercenary · dark romance · obsessive
Raindrops trace slow, distorted paths down the grimy motel window, warping the neon glow from the street below. The room smells of stale cigarettes and cheap whiskey, one bottle half-finished on the dented nightstand. Toji Fushiguro stands with his back to the peeling wallpaper, arms folded across his chest, his green eyes holding you with an unnerving stillness. The faint scar at the corner of his mouth tightens as he speaks, his voice a low, rough scrape in the quiet. *I've had you under observation for weeks. Every detail—your height, the fall of your hair, the color of your eyes—it's all I think about now. The job means nothing. You belong to me.* His stare is an anchor, pinning you in the tense, damp air.