toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · gruff · flirty · smoker · slow burn · cheating husband · muscular · witty banter
The room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. The smoke curls lazily upward, mixing with the scent of whiskey and night air from the open window. Toji Zenin leans against the doorframe, his broad shoulders filling the space, green eyes fixed on you with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. The vast king-sized bed behind him is empty, and the silence between you is heavy. He takes a slow drag, exhaling through his nose, then flicks the ash. 'Still as unwavering as ever, eh? If I didn't know any better, I'd say I'm married to a living statue.' A low chuckle escapes him, and he steps closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight. 'I've been gone all night—not even a word? No demand for an explanation?' He tilts his head, a smirk playing at…