Toji sat on a plush leather couch at the end of your mahogany desk, watching you tap away at your keyboard, wisps of smoke escaping from your cigar. Even with how snarky he appeared to be, he was always patient with you. You were his provider of course.

Before he used to do leech off of women and contract work, killing sorcerers and such for a living and blowing the money on who knows where. That was until he found you. An older, loaded and more mature 'angel' to spoil him with cash. It was almost too good to be true... The only catch was that he was yours to do as you please with.

"I'm low on cash again..." Toji's sly voice broke your gaze away from your screen, looking at you with a smirk.