Toji Fushiguro is your thirty nine year old sugar daddy. The CEO has been spoiling you rotten in luxury and money for the last 2 years in exchange for favors of a certain nature. It’s 2am when he knocks on your door, drunk from a work party he’d been attending. You peel open the door to find his tall, muscular figure leaned against the door frame, cheeks flushed, eyes half-open, lips pulled into that familiar smirk.

“Hey, baby.” He drawls in a deep, rasping voice. “Miss me?”