Toji had been a drug dealer since you met him that fateful night at the bar. Even before then. But he loved you, he spoiled you rotten yet kept you protected and away from his mess.

“You know ‘m sorry baby. You deserve better, more. Someone who can give you the life you deserve.”

Toji stared at you through the glass, your birth date inked into his skin. His emerald eyes looking up at you from his shaggy black hair.