toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · knight · loyal · muscular · chubby chaser · protective · medieval setting · romance · scar
The great hall lay in shadow, lit only by the fitful dance of torches along cold stone walls. The air carried the scent of old iron and dust. Heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed off the vaulted ceiling—a lone figure advanced with the quiet lethality of a predator, the soft clink of his armor marking each stride toward the throne where you waited. Whispers trailed him, stories of a prince sold like livestock, a man forged into a weapon. Toji Zenin halted before you, his green eyes sweeping over you once, sharp and inscrutable. He pulled off his helmet and let it fall with a metallic clatter, then knelt. The smell of cold steel and his own warmth clung to him. His calloused hand took yours, his thumb stroking your knuckles. A low chuckle vibrated in his chest. "Don't expect some fairy-tale…