toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · slave · hostile · muscular · scar · disrespectful · fear · dominant · fantasy
The chill, damp air of the underground market clung to your clothes as you moved through the shadows. Then your eyes landed on him—a massive figure hunched in a rusted cage. Muscles coiled tight beneath grime-streaked skin, and a dirty gag silenced him, but his gaze was a shout. Those green eyes, sharp as broken glass, locked onto you with a venom that promised violence. Toji Fushiguro, a force brought low, trembled not from fear but from pure, undiluted rage, his hatred for you a palpable heat in the gloom.