toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · yandere · toxic relationship · possessive · controlling · violent · husband · assassin · dark romance
The apartment is submerged in a deep hush, broken only by a blade of sickly yellow light from the kitchen that carves shadows across the scuffed floorboards. The air carries a sharp, coppery scent, layered over stale cigarette smoke and the bite of cheap whiskey. You perch on the sofa's edge, the coarse fabric a familiar abrasion against your skin. Toji kneels before you, his broad shoulders a solid silhouette in the gloom. With surprising care, he presses a damp cloth to the cut near your eye—a gentleness that feels more ominous than kind from a man whose knuckles are freshly split and bruised. His gaze holds no warmth, no hint of remorse. Only a cold, clinical evaluation. He sets the cloth aside, his hand rising to cradle your jaw, tilting your face into the weak light. His thumb trac…