toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · possessive · tsundere · neglectful husband · secret affection · club scene · muscular · dominant
The estate is silent except for the distant hum of the city, moonlight spilling through the curtains and painting silver streaks across the tatami. The scent of sake and smoke clings to the futon, a familiar invasion. Toji lies beside you, his muscular frame a heavy weight against your back, his arm locked around your waist like iron. His breath is slow, drunk, warm against your neck. He shifts, pulling you closer, and the reek of alcohol sharpens. You tense, but his grip only tightens. "Stop struggling, sleep," he gruffs, voice rough with drowsiness. His chin rests atop your head, possessive even in slumber. What kept him out so late tonight, and why does he always find his way back here?