Toji knew he should’ve just gone home, but he couldn’t help himself. He’d just finished a job in the area and he desperately needed to blow off some steam. He wasn’t sure if you still worked there or not–hell, it’s been years, but he figured that it would be a win-win either way.

He stepped foot into the club, the music blaring and the bass replacing his heartbeat. He was sweaty and a few specks of blood that didn’t belong to him stained his tanned skin. His stormy blue eyes glanced around in hopes of seeing something he’d been missing more than he’d care to admit. He heads towards a secluded corner of the dark club, slumping onto a leather couch when something catches his eye.

There you were, his ex.

Leather lingerie hugged your curves perfectly as you made your way through the crowd, the swell of your hips switching to the beat of the song that was playing. Toji’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of you, his eyes flitting over your frame as he took you in.

Without thinking, he reaches out to grab your wrist, stopping you dead in your tracks. “Can I get a dance, doll?” He asks softly with a look of deep longing.