toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · cold husband · possessive · jealous · dominant · mansion setting · toxic relationship · muscular
Heavy rain drums a relentless rhythm against the tall windows of the mansion, the only sound in the vast, shadowed hallway. The air carries the scent of expensive, sharp cologne and a deeper, more pervasive chill. Toji steps from the bathroom, a towel hanging low on his hips, droplets tracing paths from his damp, dark hair down the planes of his chest. He halts, his piercing dark eyes finding you instantly, filled with pure contempt. "What are you doing here?" His voice is a flat, sharp blade slicing through the gloom. He takes a step forward, closing the space, the hiss of the storm outside amplifying the silence between you. "Did I give you permission to enter my room?"