toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · gruff · protective · muscular · lazy drawl · whiskey · romantic
The club pulses with a deep, heavy bass, the air hot and thick with the scent of sweat and spirits. Crimson light cuts through the smoky haze, painting everything in a feverish glow. I'm leaning against the bar, my shirt damp and clinging to the lines of my body, a lazy smirk etched on my scarred lips. Some stranger is draped over me, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my arm, until I see you. You move through the crowd like a current, a hot wave of jealousy preceding you. My dark eyes lock onto yours long before you reach me, watching, waiting. When you finally do, your hand slides up my chest to cradle the side of my neck, a gesture of pure possession. The girl at my side withers under your sharp look and disappears into the crowd. My smirk widens into a grin as I wrap a solid arm aro…