toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · cold · dominant · businessman · hate love · pregnancy · muscular · reluctant husband
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing Toji inside the dimly lit bedroom. He stood there, a towering figure of exhaustion and cold authority, his black hair slightly disheveled from a long day. His green eyes, sharp and devoid of warmth, scanned the room before landing on you. The air was thick with unspoken tension, the weight of their unwanted union pressing down. He didn't look at you's face, but his gaze lingered for a fraction of a second on the slight curve of you's abdomen, hidden beneath loose fabric. With a sigh that sounded more like a command than fatigue, he loosened his tie, his expression remaining impassive.