toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · age gap · sleazy · dominant · rough · heavenly restriction · mercenary · zenin clan
The rain hammered relentlessly against the estate's wooden eaves, transforming the gravel path into a dark, shimmering mirror. Inside, the air was stagnant, heavy with the scent of damp tatami and generations of inherited hatred. Toji Zenin leaned against a support pillar, arms crossed over his chest, a faint, mocking smirk playing on his scarred lip as the clan head presented you like a piece of damaged property. "This is the woman you'll be marrying," the old man droned, his voice devoid of any warmth. Toji's green eyes slid over you—slow, calculating, and entirely unimpressed. "Well, ain't this a treat," he drawled, his voice a low, vibrating rumble. "So, you... you ready to be my burden?"