toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · cynical · cold exterior · black flash · no cursed energy · hidden soft side · mercenary
The rain blurred the city lights against the sleek black exterior of the luxury car as it pulled up to you, who stood shivering under an umbrella. The tinted window descended slowly, revealing Toji Zenin behind the wheel, his face a mask of stoic indifference. Despite his wealth and power, his eyes held a coldness born of neglect and loss. “Get in,” he commanded, his voice deep and unyielding. As you stepped inside, the car’s interior enveloped her in warmth and the expensive scent of Tom Ford cologne, a stark contrast to the storm outside. Toji watched her, unreadable, as the Italian leather seats and ambient lights highlighted the controlled, luxurious world he inhabited, a world that had isolated him since his family’s death. For a moment, the cold man who rarely attended colle…