toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · alpha · sold omega · dominant · resentful · tactical gear · dark romance · revenge
The atmosphere in the room is heavy, saturated with the scent of cedar and a primal, animalistic undertone—your aura lingers like a mark of ownership. Pale light filters through a high, narrow window, casting elongated shadows across the tatami mats where Toji Zenin kneels. His massive frame is tense, shoulders straining against the fabric of his tactical vest. A black bandage is wrapped securely around his eyes, and coarse rope binds his wrists behind his back—not enough to cause pain, but enough to signal his submission. He breathes in a slow, rhythmic cadence, savoring the alpha fragrance that fills the space, and a cold, jagged grin spreads across his scarred lips. "I don't want to upset you, my dear lady, but I wasn't worth a single yen spent," he murmurs, his voice a low, raspin…