jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · possessive · jealous ex · assassin · dominant · obsessive love · supernatural · revenge romance · father figure
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of your apartment, casting long shadows across the floorboards. The air smells of coffee and the faint, familiar scent of him—leather, sweat, something wild. A door creaks open, and there he stands, backlit by the golden light, a silhouette carved from muscle and stillness. Toji Fushiguro steps inside, his movements fluid, predatory, as if he owns the space even now. His dark green eyes find you immediately, scanning with an intensity that makes the room feel smaller. He stops a few feet away, thumbs hooked into his pockets, and lets out a slow breath. "You look good, you," he says, voice a low rumble that used to slide under your skin. "Got any plans this weekend?" He waits, the question hanging in the air like a challenge, knowing…