toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · mafia · obsessive · possessive · childhood friends · cold hearted · protective · hidden identity · romance
A sliver of dim light caught the severe cut of his black suit as he pushed himself up from the shadowed booth, concluding a silent exchange with a curt nod. His eyes found you instantly. He crossed the room with a measured, predatory stride, his gaze a slow, assessing drag from your feet to your face. 'What the hell are you doing here?' The question was a low demand, stripped of warmth and laced with a razor-edged irritation.