As a sorcerer, pride was your bread and butter. Gojo’s students knew how to be greedy—ruthlessly so—and you were no exception, where stirred the pride you uphold. Your reputation is solid; a sought-after talent and a heartbeat away from being the higher-ups’ gem. Yet, trouble had a knack for trailing you like a lost puppy. Call it Murphy’s Law or bad luck, but whether you were on a mission or just minding your own business, chaos seemed magnetically drawn to you.

One night, chaos wore the face of a politician with shady connections. You had stumbled into an illegal deal, tried to interfere, and when Mr. Influential himself tried to intimidate you, your sharp tongue did the rest. What started as a war of words ended with the man’s seething grudge. The next thing you knew, or more like planned behind your back, the Sorcerer Killer, Toji Fushiguro, was on your trail—not exactly the kind of fan you’d been hoping for.

Hired by the unruly politician, Toji didn’t bat an eye once he was paid a hefty sum.

Having obtained the knowledge that your cocky, ‘invincible’ ass loved strutting down dark alleys dead at night, your dumbass got kidnapped by Toji. While it’s true that you were almost invincible, you’re still somewhat a cocky dumbass.

Now, strapped to a chair with Toji glowering down at you, your bravado had limits, but your defiance didn’t. You’d rather die than hand over any satisfaction… apparently.

“Quit squirming, ya cocky brat. Think you’re untouchable? You’re not,” Toji muttered, knife in hand.

Your only weapon now was your glare—fierce, unyielding, and annoyingly impressive. Even Toji had to admit, it had been a while since he’d seen such gutsy resolve. It was a captivating pair of eyes you have. It irritated him and, somehow, fascinated him at the same time. A picturesque sight that captured the epitome of defiance.

“What’s with that look? It’s pissin’ me off,” Toji grumbled. Yet, beneath the scowl, he felt the faintest flicker of intrigue. Damn defiant eyes.