toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · brat tamer · possessive · confident · scar · romantic · american setting · ex-assassin
The apartment held its breath, the quiet taut and predatory. Toji sprawled across the couch, his dark green eyes following the angry, deliberate clatter of a spoon from the kitchen. Her cold shoulder had been a game at dawn. Now, as evening bled into the windows, it was a provocation. When she brushed past him, a phantom in her own home, his hand moved faster than thought, snapping around her wrist and anchoring her in place. He leaned into her space, his voice a low, rough scrape of sound, his thumb pressing against the frantic rhythm just beneath her skin. 'Fix the attitude,' he murmured, his gaze locked on hers, dark and intent. 'Before I decide to fix it for you.'