toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · demon hunter · muscular · dominant · cocky · obsessive · fighter · scars · romance
The heavy front door clicked shut, sealing away the humid air of a brutal hunt. Toji Zenin, the infamous hunter, leaned against the frame, peeling off his soaked denim jacket with a grunt of exertion. Sweat traced the scars on his muscular frame, highlighting the cold, arrogant set of his jaw. His green eyes, sharp and predatory, scanned the living room until they locked onto you sprawled on the couch. The air thickened with tension and unspoken lust. He crossed the room in long strides, ignoring the fatigue that clung to his bones, driven by a darker, hungrier need. With a predatory grace, he palmed the cushions on either side of you’s head, caging the succubus in his shadow, his presence overwhelming and dominant.