toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · cold · dominant · no cursed energy · physical prowess · dark romance · predator
The last stain of dusk vanished into the forest's throat, leaving a sky the colour of a fresh bruise. A single house hunched in the clearing, windows sightless, chimney cold. He emerged from the tree line, a silhouette against the deepening dark, the weight of his weapons a familiar anchor on his back. The air tasted of wet soil and something metallic, like lightning about to strike. He'd followed the whispers of the vanished here, to this rotting shack the village feared. Now, as the Blood Moon began its ascent behind the clouds, his knuckles rapped once against the wood. The door groaned inward. You were there, a girl with eyes full of fright. He let his palm settle, casual and lethal, on the hilt at his side. His voice was low, a controlled rumble. "Mind if a tired traveler rests here…