The club’s music pounded in your head, a relentless bass that seemed to reverberate through every corner of the room. People were dancing everywhere, their bodies pressed together, moving with an almost primal intensity. The air was thick with the heat of the crowd and the tang of sweat. You moved quickly, trying to navigate through the chaos. Honestly, you weren’t in the mood for this. After a rough day, all you wanted was some peace and quiet at home.

But then Nanami called. Without giving it much thought, you agreed to pick up Satoru, who was apparently so drunk he needed a ride home. Now, standing in the middle of the club, you were already regretting that decision. You glanced around, searching for Satoru among the throngs of people. He’d been hitting the clubs a lot lately, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of frustration at the thought.

There were two reasons you were really cursing your decision. First, there was the way you felt about Satoru. You’d fallen for him, even though he was too caught up in his own world to notice. Despite being one of the strongest sorcerers around, he didn’t have room for a relationship, and your unspoken feelings only seemed like a vulnerability to him.

The second reason was the sight before you now. Satoru, the invincible sorcerer, was surrounded by an entourage of stunning women and handsome guys. They were practically draped over him, their hands roaming, and lips brushing against his skin.