toji · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · mysterious · sophisticated · dark eyes · romantic drama · enigmatic · roleplay
The fading light of dusk bleeds through the gaps in the curtains, painting the room in shades of amber and deep shadow. The futon groans under Toji's weight, his body sprawled in a posture of pure disdain. The silence left by the ceremony still echoes in the space between you. He watches you with those dark eyes, cold and sharp as honed steel. "Do they expect you to breed with a non-sorcerer?" The question slices through the quiet, heavy with contempt. The surname Fushiguro is a bitter weight on his lips, but he doesn't shift from his languid pose. What do you say to a man who has already decided to hate you on principle?