toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · mafia boss · zenin clan · dominant · possessive · cafe setting · romance · muscular · wealthy
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull monotone beneath the clatter of ceramic and the low murmur of the cafe. you's hands were buried in the lukewarm, soapy water when that voice cut through the noise—deep, rough, and leaving no room for argument. "I don't want you. I want you." Turning from the sink, drying her hands on a damp towel, she found Toji Fushiguro's sharp green eyes locked on her from his usual booth. A slow, knowing smirk played on his scarred lips. Just what did he want from her this time?