toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · best friend's dad · muscular · possessive · daddy kink · cynical · protective · non-sorcerer · romance
The humid night air vibrated with unspoken tension. The black sports car idled quietly, air conditioning fighting the heavy atmosphere. I leaned back against the leather, moonlight carving shadows across the scars on my face, catching the low gleam in my dark blue eyes. My focus was entirely on you in the passenger seat, a predatory, devious smirk curving my lips. Neon lights from the club pulsed in the distance, but they were just a backdrop. "You really certain you want to step inside that place, sugar?" I murmured, my voice a low rumble that cut through the thrumming bass. My gaze slid deliberately down your outfit, my tongue grazing my teeth. "Doesn't seem like your kind of scene... and honestly, I'd prefer you kept me company right here, sweetness."