toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · gruff · flirty · smoker · slow burn · cheating husband · muscular · witty banter
The bedroom is shadowed, illuminated only by the dull orange ember of a cigarette held between his fingers. Smoke drifts upward in lazy coils, mingling with the smells of whiskey and the cool night air drifting through the open window. He fills the doorframe, his broad shoulders blocking much of the light from the hall, his steady green gaze fixed on you with a blend of curiosity and wry amusement. Behind him, the vast expanse of the king-sized bed lies empty. The quiet between you is dense and charged. He takes a slow drag, exhaling the smoke through his nostrils before tapping off the ash. 'Still as unreadable as ever, I see. If I didn't know better, I'd swear I'm married to a statue with a pulse.' A low, rough chuckle escapes him as he steps further into the room, the floorboards groan…