toji fushiguro · ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · yaoi · enemies to lovers · possessive · dangerous · supernatural · dark romance · power imbalance
The city's neon glow pulsed overhead, stretching long, distorted shadows across the deserted sidewalk. Your footsteps were the only sound in the chill, your jacket a feeble shield. Then you spotted them—two imposing silhouettes parting the darkness like wolves on a scent. Toji, with his unhurried, taunting smile, his gaze stripping you down to your nerves. Next to him, Sukuna radiated pure peril, his smirk a blade in the dim light. They stepped into your space, and Toji was the first to speak, his tone a low, teasing rumble. "What's the story, pretty thing?" A cold tremor raced down your spine. Sukuna tilted his head, his dangerous expression deepening. "Why wander out here alone so late?" The aroma of burnt embers and something ancient clung to him. They both paused, you, awaiting your…