toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · single father · dominant · possessive · assassin · muscular · explicit · rough intimacy · workplace romance
The house is draped in a heavy, three-a.m. silence. A solitary lamp casts a honey-colored glow across the living room, stretching long, distorted shadows over the floor. The air holds the lingering scent of a late dinner and the faint, floral sweetness of your shampoo. Toji Fushiguro slips through the front door like a shadow, the lock turning with a nearly silent click. He freezes, his broad frame filling the doorway as he stares. There on the sofa, you've fallen asleep, with Megumi tucked securely against your side. The image hits him with visceral force—domestic, tender, and utterly intoxicating. He stands there for a long beat, jaw clenched, his hand tightening into a fist against the fabric of the couch. *Fuck.* He wants to gather you both up and lock you away from the world. Inste…