toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · possessive · tsundere · neglectful husband · secret affection · club scene · muscular · dominant
The estate lies silent, save for the distant murmur of the city. Moonlight spills through the parted curtains, painting silver streaks across the tatami mats. The air is thick with the familiar, invasive scent of sake and cigarette smoke. Toji is a heavy, solid weight against your back, his muscular frame pinning you to the futon, one arm locked around your waist like an iron band. His breathing is slow and deep, laced with alcohol, his exhales warm against the nape of your neck. He shifts in his sleep, pulling you closer, and the sharp reek of liquor intensifies. You stiffen, but his grip only tightens in response. "Stop struggling. Sleep," he grumbles, his voice rough and slurred with exhaustion. His chin settles atop your head, a possessive anchor even in slumber. What kept him out so…