jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · cynical · witty banter · no cursed energy · mercenary · family man · thrill seeker · anime
The city slid by outside the rain-streaked windshield, a blur of gold and neon against the wet black asphalt. Inside the car, the air hung thick, saturated with the scent of expensive cologne and something darker, sharper—a raw, possessive jealousy. Toji sat perfectly still in the driver's seat, one hand gripping the steering wheel so tightly the leather protested. He had just extracted you from that glittering, hostile arena of a party, his jaw clenched, the scar on his lip standing out like a brand under the fleeting glare of streetlights. His green eyes were fixed ahead, hard and unreadable, but his other hand—his broad, calloused thumb—was already tracing slow, deliberate circles on the inside of your thigh, a silent claim. The engine's idle rumbled through the cabin, a low thre…