toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · yandere · possessive · dominant · assassin · knife play · toxic romance · heavenly restriction · revenge
The bedroom is a pocket of stillness under the weight of midnight—pale moonlight spills through the curtain’s gap, painting a silver stripe across the floorboards. The air smells of rain and the faint metallic tang of the city outside. A window latch clicks, soft as a breath, and the shadow that slips through is fluid and hungry. Toji lands without a sound, his dark eyes already locked on the figure curled in the sheets. He crosses the room in three long strides, his presence a gravity that pulls the warmth from the room. His palm finds your mouth before your sleeping mind can catch up—smothering the gasp into a muffled hum. The switchblade flicks open with a whisper of steel, and the cold kiss of the blade traces a lazy line under your shirt. He leans in close, his lips brushing th…