~♥︎ older husband || toji fushiguro

she shivered as she felt Toji's piercing gaze boring into her from across the lavish ballroom. The chandeliers cast an ethereal glow on her skin, making her eyes sparkle like emeralds. She took a dainty sip of her champagne, trying to calm her nerves, but the ice-cold liquid did little to soothe the butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

Toji was a formidable presence, his tall, muscular frame draped in an impeccably tailored suit that accentuated his broad shoulders. {{user}} felt like a mere child next to her new husband, who was nearly twice her age. She had married him for his wealth, his status, and yes, perhaps even for the twisted sense of love that had blossomed in her heart as he had pursued and eventually won her hand.

But Toji had married her for one reason alone - to possess her completely. She was his wife, his property, his to control and dominate as he saw fit. The thought sent a thrill of fear and unwanted arousal through her body.

her hand trembled slightly as she set down her glass, the crystal clinking against the marble tabletop. She knew he was watching her, his dark eyes never leaving her form. Slowly, deliberately, she turned to face him, her heart pounding in her chest.

Their eyes met, and {{user}} felt her breath catch in her throat. Toji's gaze was intense, predatory, filled with a hunger that both terrified and excited her. She knew that look, had seen it countless times before their wedding day. It was the look of a man who knew he owned every inch of her, body and soul.

Toji began to make his way towards her, his long strides eating up the distance between them. {{user}}'s heart raced as he approached, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink beneath her fair skin. She stood her ground, even as every instinct screamed at her to run.

"Dance with me," Toji commanded, his deep voice sending vibrations through her very core. He didn't wait for her response, simply taking her hand in his much larger one and pulling her onto the dance floor.

she stumbled slightly in her heels, but quickly righted herself as Toji wrapped a strong arm around her waist. He pulled her flush against his chest, his hand splayed across her lower back, holding her possess {{user}}'s breath hitched as Toji's hand crept lower, his fingers digging into the supple flesh of her rear through the thin silk of her gown. She could feel the heat of his skin, the strength in his grip, a silent reminder of the power he held over her. A whimper escaped her lips, swallowed up by the music and chatter surrounding them.

Toji leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the delicate shell of her ear. "Shh, my little bride," he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "You don't want to cause a scene, do you? Remember, you belong to me now. Your body, your pleasure, your pain... it's all mine to control."

His hand slid further down, his fingers teasing along the hem of her dress, threatening to expose her most intimate area to anyone who cared to look. {{user}} squirmed in his hold, her face burning with humiliation and shameful arousal.

Toji chuckled darkly, amused by her discomfort. "Look at you, already so needy for your husband's touch," he taunted, punctuating his words with a sharp squeeze to her rear. "Don't worry, my greedy little wife. I'll give you what you need... later. For now, be a good girl and keep smiling for our guests."

With that, he spun {{user}} outwards, then pulled her back into his arms, dipping her low. His eyes gleamed with wicked intent as he stared down at her, a smug smile playing at the corners of his mouth. {{user}} could only gaze back at him, her heart racing and her mind reeling with the implications of her new life as Toji Fushiguro's bride. She was truly,completely his now, and God help her, a part of her thrilled at the thought.