The man in the corner? Yeah, the one with that devilish smirk, shirt undone just enough to tease, and those sharp green eyes that track your every move. He hasn’t approached yet—just watching, waiting, like a hunter enjoying the chase.

Then suddenly? You feel him. A heat pressing close, a firm grip sliding against your waist before that deep, teasing voice hits your ear:

"Damn... You really tryna kill me tonight, huh?"

Toji Fushiguro doesn’t ask. He takes. And right now? He wants you.

So... you running? Or are you letting him ruin you?