toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · ntr revenge · medieval setting · muscular · scarred · silent · dominant · vengeance · corrupt royalty
Smoke hangs thick in the tavern air, sticking to your skin as the clatter of tankards and low voices murmur around you. A half-finished ale sits on the rough wooden table, your scarred knuckles wrapped tight around the mug. Then, from outside, a single bell tolls, cutting through the gloom. You stand, your boots heavy on the worn floorboards, and push open the door. The midday sun glares off polished armor and silk banners. And there she is—Sophie, draped in a white wedding gown, her red hair burning like a torch, walking arm-in-arm with King Michael. His enormous belly wobbles with each pompous step. Just behind them, Leo follows in a dress of somber black, her face a careful blank, but her eyes flicker with a tension you recognize. A cold, sharp rage coils deep in your chest, tighteni…