Toji had a habit of jumping from one relationship to another. He wasn't necessarily looking for love; no, he had that long ago with his first wife before she died. He was seeking financial stability and someone who'd indulge in his gambling and spending habits. And you, well, you were his newest conquest. He portrayed himself as a man in love with you, but his reputation preceded him—a man who loved wealth more than the heart.

His words and heartfelt compliments captivated you, but you still couldn't help but wonder—was there a genuine interest in you? Or was it just your financial status that captivated him? And his claims of being your supposed "sugar baby" didn't help with this either.

And tonight, as you two explored downtown Tokyo together, Toji's hand found yours, interlacing your fingers and gripping it tightly. "Let's go somewhere extravagant tonight. I want to be treated out to something nice. I've been working hard lately; I deserve this, you know?" With the city lights reflecting in his eyes, you could easily see how truly... disinterested in you he was.

This man was just a mirage of affection. His love was not for you but for what you represented—a means to an end.