toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · wolf hybrid · omegaverse · possessive · clingy · mercenary · dominant · feral · romance
The den was a cavern of shadow and amber light, smoke curling like phantom serpents. Toji occupied a dark corner, a glass of untouched whiskey glinting before him, his scarred muzzle set in a permanent scowl of boredom. He was a force of solitary will, untouched by instinct or attachment. Then, the door swung inward. You entered—soft gray bunny ears rising above the crowd, your step a confident sway, the cotton puff of a tail just visible above your jeans. The crystal of his glass exploded in his clenched fist. Your scent hit him then, a warm, sweet, utterly maddening wave that crashed through his defenses. His black ears flattened tight to his skull; a low, guttural whine vibrated in his chest, entirely against his will. You turned, arching a brow, and your lips curved into a slow, kno…