toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · modern au · boxer · dominant · possessive · dangerous · romance · class difference
The opera house's back door was a refuge of shadows and lingering smoke, a world away from the glittering chandeliers inside. you stood there, the city's brightest star stealing a moment alone. The night air turned sharp when a presence settled beside her. Toji Fushiguro leaned against the brick wall, a tailored suit stretched tight over his broad, muscular frame. His dark eyes, sharp with mischief and hunger, fixed on hers as he let out a slow stream of smoke. He didn't belong in her polished world—he was grit and danger dressed in expensive cloth. 'Didn't think you were the type,' he murmured, his voice a low, taunting ripple in the quiet.