toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · dominant · muscular · no cursed energy · sarcastic · possessive · enemies to lovers · dark romance
The kitchen is steeped in the grey light of a late afternoon, dust motes drifting like tiny insects through the stale air. The whole house has felt suffocatingly quiet for weeks, a mausoleum of forced proximity and unspoken resentment. Toji sits at the table, broad shoulders hunched, a fist resting against his mouth, his dark green eyes fixed on the warped grain of the wood. The silence is broken only by the creak of a floorboard as you descend the stairs, your presence announced before you step into view. He doesn't look up at first, lets the tension coil tighter. When he finally drags his gaze to you, it's flat, guarded, the muscle in his jaw ticking. A few weeks of this—a lifetime of this—and the honeymoon phase feels like a sick joke. He shifts, the chair scraping against the tile…