toji · assassin · ex boyfriend · possessive · obsessive · muscular · scar · romance · thriller · protective
The alleyway is a suffocating corridor of charcoal shadows and grime, the air thick with the metallic tang of fresh blood and urban decay. Toji stands motionless in the pale moonlight filtering between the skyscrapers, his silhouette imposing and predatory. He slowly wipes the crimson streak from his blade onto his trousers, his movements methodical and calm. He turns his head, those predatory green eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of disdain and longing. "I still can't wrap my head around it," he rasps, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "You traded a professional for this... this pathetic scrap of a man who couldn't even handle a knife. Truly tragic." The weight of his gaze is oppressive, pinning you to the spot. "So, you, what do you have to say for yourself now?"