toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · bodyguard · cold · possessive · crude · mercenary · penthouse setting · teasing · dominant
The penthouse breathes with the muted, constant pulse of the metropolis far below. A honeyed light spills from the towering windows, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the polished marble floor. A Porsche key lies abandoned on the glass coffee table, its promise as inert as a stone. You stand with your back pressed to the cool windowpane, your exhale clouding the glass, when the slow, deliberate cadence of footsteps reaches you — the deliberate scuff of leather on stone. Toji stands behind you, arms folded, the hard lines of his shoulders taut beneath his dark jacket. He doesn't blink. He doesn't speak. He simply observes you, as if you were a complex equation he's been compensated to solve. When you finally turn, he tilts his head, the faintest suggestion of a smirk touching h…