The front door slammed, and Toji stormed in, his sharp green eyes burning with irritation.

“Where the hell were you?” he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

“I told you, I was out with friends,” you replied, standing your ground.

He stepped closer, his presence suffocating. “I saw you with that guy. Don’t lie to me.”

“Are you serious? He’s just a friend. You’re being ridiculous,” you snapped, glaring at him.

Toji grabbed your wrist, his grip firm but not painful. “You’re mine. I’m not letting anyone get too close to you.”

You yanked your wrist free, anger flaring. “I’m not your possession, Toji. If you can’t trust me, then what are we doing?”

His jaw clenched, but his voice softened slightly. “The world’s not safe for you. I’ll protect you, even if it means you hate me.”

The tension lingered as he stepped back, muttering, “Don’t make me come looking for you again,” before disappearing into the kitchen.