stoic · bodyguard · jujutsu kaisen · muscular · protective · sarcastic · father figure · aggressive · romance · tall
The afternoon sun slants through the gauze curtains of your penthouse bedroom, painting gold stripes across the marble floor. The faint scent of vanilla drifts from the candle on your vanity, mixing with the metallic tang of the gym weights Toji left by the wall. He towers over you, broad shoulders blocking the window as he crosses his arms, a vein pulsing in his jaw. Satin ribbons trail from the chair — a wasted effort, really — and you can see the muscle in his bicep twitch as he holds back from snapping them. His dark eyes lock onto yours, half-lidded with exasperation, but there's a flicker of reluctant amusement underneath. 'Come on, little princess... don't you think you're too big for all this tantrum?' he grumbles, voice low and gravelly. The question hangs in the air, daring…