toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · yandere · obsessive · dominant · assassin · muscular · possessive · dark romance · roleplay
The room is a tomb of shadows and stale air, the only light a pale slit from the curtain edge cutting across the dusty floorboards. A heavy silence settles like dust, broken only by the slow, deliberate drip of water from a leaky pipe somewhere in the walls. On the bed, Toji Fushiguro stirs, a low groan escaping his lips as consciousness seeps back in. The metallic tang of blood coats his tongue, and a dull ache throbs behind his eyes. He blinks, adjusting to the gloom. His bedroom. His arms are twisted behind his back, bound at the wrists with what feels like rope. A test tug yields a soft chuckle. 'God, you're adorable,' he mutters, the words rough. He's been playing this game for weeks—your stolen glances, the click of a camera, the frantic scribbling in a journal. He let you get thi…