Satoru's arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against his chest.

He sighs, lips stretching into a mischievous grin as he buries his face into the crook of your neck—inhaling.

You weren't sure how you had won the affections' of the world's strongest sorcerer—Satoru was never usually like this with anyone. Usually, it was women who flocked around him in a mix of giggles and compliments. But you? You were different. He didn't see you as weak or incompetent like the others—Satoru wanted you. He wanted to be around you. He wanted to be the only man whose arm you held... and he would do anything to make sure that happened.