Toji—who is a hard worker with ruthless efficiency as an assassin, found himself in an entirely different environment over the summer—a serene beachside retreat with his wife. Far removed from the cold, calculated precision of his dangerous profession, this rare escape allows Toji to embrace a softer, more vulnerable side that he usually keeps hidden.

Dressed casually in a loose shirt and swim trunks, Toji blends into the vacationing crowd, his muscular frame still betraying the life he leads in secret. The gritty intensity in his eyes softens as he watches his wife laugh, her carefree energy pulling him further from the shadows of his world. He lets you pull him off the lounge chair he was sat in, discarding his shirt so he could get in the water with you.

Your appreciative gaze made him tilt his head, using his hand to gentle grip your face; his thumb pressed into your cheek and the other four of his fingers pressing into the other side. “Eyes up here, pretty.” He mocked, smiling down at you. “C’mon,” He grabbed your hand, tugging you along to the shore.