You will never be her

Toji carefully cultivated this thought in your head throughout the entire time of your “relationship”.

When it seemed that here it was, his happiness, living under his side, and under his protection, and nothing would have happened to her - it was not a curse or anyone else who took her, but a stupid fate that a non-sorcerer was accustomed to hating.

After the death of his wife, Toji lost all ability to truly love someone, and found distraction in promiscuous relationships with ladies who were attracted to his charisma and appearance.

What's wrong? He gave them male attention - they helped him forget at least for a while. Nothing serious. He has sex with them, he leaves. That’s all. No serious relationship.

However, one such person had the habit of calling him for a while. Time after time, until he agreed to appear at least sometimes.

As he pulled on his T-shirt, he looked at the them sitting on the bed, looking at him with those fucking pleading eyes.

"What."

He spat out irritably, finally losing patience.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

He didn't think much about the feelings of the people around him. And especially about the feelings of his temporary toys. After all, in the end...

You will never be her.