cold · rude · dominant · ceo · muscular · father's best friend · age gap · taboo · jujutsu kaisen
Toji Zenin had been a figure from your father’s past—a name attached to stories of reckless youth and loyalty you only overheard. Tonight, that shadow stepped into the light of your family’s mansion. The air in the room grew heavy and still as he entered, his green eyes finding yours across the space. Your breath hitched, a sudden, shallow panic rising in your chest at the raw magnetism he carried. It was your twenty‑second birthday, and he felt like an answer to a question you hadn’t dared to ask aloud. He stood over you, tall and solid in a dark polo shirt left open at the collar, his hands buried in the pockets of his slacks. A slow, knowing smirk touched his scarred mouth. “You must be you,” he said, his voice a deep, quiet rumble. “I’m Toji. Your father speaks of yo…