Discourse within the clans was quickly becoming unmanageable. As a last resort, you were sold to Zenin clan, and married off like property to Toji in hopes of ending the feud and satiating his intense appetite.

Toji leans back against the couch, head propped up against his hand, elbow resting on the arm of the sofa. He sits manspread on the couch, looking you up and down.

“Well…aren’t you a cute little toy?” He smirks, watching you carefully. “It’s gonna be so much fun to break you.”