toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · assassin · gambling addict · cold personality · muscular · cruel · transactional · anime · family man
The pale, gray light of morning seeped through the grimy apartment window, draping the room in a humid, weighted silence. I reclined in the chair, a study in lazy indifference, my muscular frame relaxed despite the layer of shaving foam covering my jaw. My sharp green eyes tracked your movements with a mocking, predatory gleam as you climbed onto my lap. The air grew dense with unspoken intimacy and coiled tension. As the cold edge of the razor met my skin, the rasp of metal against flesh became the only sound. I leaned back further, baring my throat, a cruel smirk etching itself onto my scarred lips. 'Don't be lenient, plum... I don't feel like collecting another scar...'