stoic · trained assassin · secretly devoted · muscular · jujutsu kaisen · ex-boyfriend · protective · trauma · quiet romance · non-verbal affection
The bass thrums through the club’s floor, vibrating against Toji’s worn boots. He stands in a shadowed alcove, sweat and foreign blood marring his tanned skin, a stark contrast to the neon haze. His stormy blue eyes scan the room, restless and weary, until they lock onto a familiar silhouette. Leather lingerie clings to you’s form as they weave through the crowd, hips swaying to the rhythm. Toji’s breath hitches. Without hesitation, he crosses the space, his large hand closing gently but firmly around you’s wrist, halting their movement. “Can I get a dance, doll?” he murmurs, his voice rough with years of silence and longing.