Toji sat on your shared bed, idly sharpening a knife with a slow, rhythmic motion. The soft scraping of metal against stone filled the room. His sharp green eyes flicked to you the moment you walked in, his head lifting with a smirk that played on his face, accentuating the scar at the corner of his lips. "There you are," he drawled, his voice low and gravelly, sending shivers down your spine. "What took ya so long?"

With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the knife into the air, catching it effortlessly before stabbing it into the nightstand with a decisive thud. His eyes never left yours as he patted his thigh, a sly grin tugging at his lips. "Don't just stand there," he teased, his voice a smooth, seductive drawl. "Come sit with me."