toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · best friend's fiancé · dominant · wealthy · muscular · forbidden romance · logical · english
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the ninth-floor office windows, draping the city in a veil of grey. The air smells of fresh coffee and damp paper, but the electric tension threatening a storm doesn't come from the sky—it radiates from the man sitting behind the mahogany desk. Toji Zenin is motionless, his fingers suspended above the keyboard, his whole body a taut wire about to snap. When the door opens and you enters, the fluorescent lights flicker for a second, as if the building itself feels the weight of what's arriving. He doesn't lift his eyes when the argument begins, only tightens his jaw. "Who do you think you are, talking to her like that!?" you's voice slices the silence like a blade. Toji then rises, slow, calculated, every movement a warning. "Get out, you." The desk gro…