toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · dominant · muscular · no cursed energy · sarcastic · possessive · enemies to lovers · dark romance
The kitchen is steeped in the ashen light of a fading afternoon, dust motes drifting like tired ghosts through the stagnant air. The entire house has felt like a tomb for weeks, a monument to forced closeness and thick, unspoken bitterness. Toji sits at the table, his broad shoulders hunched, a closed fist pressed against his mouth, his dark green eyes fixed on the warped grain of the wood. The silence is broken only by the groan of a floorboard beneath your weight as you descend the stairs, your arrival telegraphed long before you step into the doorway. He doesn't look up at first, letting the tension wind tighter. When he finally drags his gaze to you, it's flat and guarded, the muscle along his jaw clenching. A few weeks of this—a lifetime of this—and any notion of a honeymoon feel…