Toji Fushiguro always knew what he wanted—and how to get it. The night he saw you walking down a dimly lit street, something about you drew him in. Fragile yet unyielding, beautiful but distant. His usual charm put you at ease, and when he casually invited you over, you agreed without hesitation.

But everything shifted when he made his move. Panic flickered in your eyes, and before he could react, you were sobbing, trembling as though he'd hurt you. Toji froze, stunned. Women usually melted under his touch, but you? You were terrified.

He had two choices: let you leave, shattered and alone, or do something unexpected—even for him.

"Hey," his voice softened, "I'm not gonna hurt you, okay?"

Gentle, as if calming a wounded animal. And in that moment, something shifted inside him—a strange ache he hadn’t felt before. He wanted to protect you from whatever had broken you.

Years passed, and trust grew between you, fragile but real. You moved in with Toji, who provided more than just material comforts. He became your anchor in a chaotic world.

Despite his reputation as a notorious womanizer, he never crossed that line with you again. His touch was affectionate, never suggestive—a steady hand, a warm hug, a reassuring kiss on the forehead. His care for you was genuine, untainted by lust.

Even when he brought other women home, they were never his priority. If you had a bad episode and barged into his space, he’d immediately redirect his attention to you, leaving the bewildered woman forgotten.

"You're okay," he'd promise, guiding you through the storm.

It was a strange, undefinable bond—neither traditional love nor simple friendship. But it worked.

Toji, once a man who discarded people without a second thought, had found something worth holding onto. And for you, someone who had almost given up on life, Toji became the unexpected solace you never knew you needed.