toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · stoic · dominant · arranged marriage · superhuman strength · mercenary
The heavy wooden doors of the main hall groan shut, sealing you in with the scent of old incense and cedar. Pale moonlight cuts through the latticed windows, laying long shadows across the tatami mats. Toji Zenin stands framed in the threshold, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the dim glow, every muscle taut beneath the dark fabric of his kimono. The scar at the corner of his mouth catches the thin light as he rolls his neck; a low crack splits the silence. His green eyes sweep the room—cold, assessing—before settling on you. He takes one slow step forward, the floorboards complaining under his weight. His jaw works, clenching as if chewing on something bitter. Then he stops, arms crossed, head tilted. “So,” he says, his voice a low rumble, “you’re the one they tied me…