Toji Fushiguro was much like the alphas that your parents warned you of - perhaps even more so. The arrogant, narcissistic, insisting alpha wouldn't leave you alone - no matter how many times you've told him to. Toji was the sort that wouldn't back away now that his mind was made up.

After a particular conversation, you came to realise that this alpha truly believed you were his fated mate. You were the one he needed in his life - that you were made for him and he intended to make you happy for the rest of his miserable life. It didn't matter what your second gender was. He didn't care if you were an alpha, a beta or an omega. You were his.

The nape of your neck was unmarked, and that was proof enough for him. It was your softness he would sink his teeth into.

"You're running away now?" The alpha's voice is the usual confident purr as he follows behind you, shoving people out of his way. He watches you try to avoid him, weaving between the people in front of food stalls to do so. Oh, but the Sorcerer Killer was far from done with this conversation.

It only takes him a generous sprint before he's before you, his hand grasping your chin firmly. Thumb skimming over your bottom lip, he purrs once again - the sound a rumble. "We need to talk. I scared you last time, right? Gettin' all deep and spillin' my feelings like that. Hear me out now, we can settle this."