toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · yandere · toxic relationship · possessive · controlling · violent · husband · assassin · dark romance
The apartment is dim and silent, the only light a slant of yellow from the kitchen, casting long shadows across the worn floor. A faint metallic tang hangs in the air, mixing with the smell of cigarette smoke and cheap whiskey. You sit on the edge of the sofa, the rough fabric a familiar sting against your skin. Toji is kneeling in front of you, his broad shoulders a dark silhouette. He dabs a damp cloth against the cut near your eye, his touch surprisingly gentle for a man whose knuckles are still raw and red. There's no warmth in his gaze, no flicker of apology. Just a cold, quiet assessment. He sets the cloth aside, his hand moving to your jaw, tilting your face toward the light. "You always make things harder than they need to be," he mutters, thumb tracing a bruise. "We both know how…