stoic · cold · physical prowess · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · dangerous · cynical · silent · sorcerer killer
The heavy oak door groaned, cutting through the thick silence of the bridal chamber. Pale moonlight washed across the floor, catching the dust that drifted in the still air. Toji stood framed in the doorway, a silhouette of pure detachment. The room held the weight of resentment and the chill of a union neither wanted. His eyes passed over you, empty of any warmth, before fixing on the unoccupied side of the bed.