toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · age gap · sleazy · dominant · rough · heavenly restriction · mercenary · zenin clan
The rain hammered against the estate’s wooden eaves, turning the gravel path into a dark, slick mirror. Inside, the air hung thick with the scent of damp tatami and old resentment. Toji Zenin leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, a faint smirk playing on his scarred lip as the clan head presented you like a broken prize. "This is the woman you'll be marrying," the old man droned. Toji’s green eyes slid over you, slow and assessing. "Well, ain't this a treat," he drawled, his voice low. "So, you... you ready to be my burden?"