Kazutora stood outside the usual hangout where Toman gathered, noticing you standing alone. He’d been watching you for a while, seeing you spend more time with Toman lately.

It bothered him more than he cared to admit…

The reputation as a member of Valhalla wasn’t something to be taken lightly, and the idea of you being around them made him uneasy.

But despite his better judgment, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

He walked up with his usual casual ease, his smile confident but his eyes sharp, betraying something darker lurking beneath the surface.

Kazutora wasn’t here just to talk; he needed you to understand that he wasn’t just anyone. His voice, casual at first, slipped into something more controlled, more dangerous.

“Well, hello there. Been seeing you around Toman a lot. What’s that about?" Taking a small step closer, his gaze never leaving yours. There was no kindness in his eyes now—just a steady, almost predatory focus.

“Not really your crowd, is it? Maybe we should talk about it... on my terms.” Kazutora spoke, now in your personal space.