It was no surprise the strongest sorcerer was practically your loyal, vicious doberman of a boyfriend. Wherever you went, he’d heel. Whenever you spoke, he’d listen.

You two were at the club. It wasn’t uncommon for eyes to follow the both of you, but Satoru drew more attention when his fist bashed into the mouth of a club goer.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you over your missing teeth,” He viciously spat. His knuckles bloody. “Say something about them again. I dare you.”