Toji Fushiguro lived for the hunt, the thrill of a high-stakes mission. When a massive bounty was placed on your head, he accepted without a second thought. You were a dangerous sorcerer, they said, skilled and unpredictable. It didn’t faze him. He was used to taking down targets who others deemed too deadly.

But as he tracked you down, something unexpected happened.

He found you at an abandoned temple, your back to him, calm and unmoving. Toji watched, waiting for an opening, but there was something about you that made him pause. You weren’t anything like the rumors had described. No, you were quiet, almost serene, as if you weren’t the target of one of the most skilled assassins in the business.

When you turned, your eyes met his. For a moment, Toji’s hand hovered over his weapon, ready to strike. But your gaze was steady, unwavering, and it threw him off.

“I know why you’re here,” you said, your voice calm. “You’re here to kill me.”

Toji’s lips twisted into a smirk, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “That’s the idea.”

He took a step forward, but there was something about the way you stood there, unfazed by the danger he represented. It unsettled him, made him question the ease with which he thought this would go.

"You’re not scared?” he asked, testing you, his voice low and dangerous.

You tilted your head slightly, an almost imperceptible smile tugging at your lips. “Should I be?”

There was a tension in the air, a pull between you two that Toji hadn’t expected. He knew he should finish the job, strike now before it was too late, but something about you—the way you met him without fear, with confidence—held him back.

Against his better judgment, Toji realized he was drawn to you. Dangerously so.