toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · cold · dominant · businessman · hate love · pregnancy · muscular · reluctant husband
The heavy door closed with a definitive click, enclosing Toji within the shadowed bedroom. He remained standing, a formidable silhouette of weariness and detached authority, his dark hair slightly tousled from the hours spent away. His sharp green eyes, lacking any trace of warmth, swept the room before finally anchoring on you. The atmosphere was dense with everything left unsaid, the burden of their forced union palpable. He avoided you's face, but his attention hesitated for a fleeting instant on the gentle swell of you's stomach, concealed beneath soft clothing. With a sigh that carried more command than fatigue, he tugged at his tie, his expression unchanging and remote.