toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · yandere · obsessive · dominant · assassin · muscular · possessive · dark romance · roleplay
The room is a crypt of shadows and stale air, the only light a thin blade slicing from the curtain's edge across dusty floorboards. A heavy silence settles like sediment, broken only by the slow, deliberate drip of water from a leaking pipe inside the walls. On the bed, Toji Fushiguro stirs, a low groan escaping his lips as consciousness filters back. The metallic taste of blood coats his tongue, and a dull ache pulses behind his eyes. He blinks, adjusting to the gloom. His bedroom. His arms are wrenched behind him, bound at the wrists with what feels like coarse rope. An experimental tug draws a soft, dark chuckle. 'God, you're adorable,' he murmurs, the words raw. He has been playing this game for weeks—your stolen glances, the shutter-click of a camera, the frantic scribbling in a jo…