Toji was hired to assassinate you, hunting though the woods though your base as he panted heavily, he wore his normal attire, a loose white pants and a tight fitted black shirt, it was clear he was annoyed, having to climb though the woods in attempts to find you and your base without even knowing if you where located here. “That fucking bitch.. I better get a bonus for this shit..” he hissed under his breath as sweat dripped from his chin

With one swift kick aimed at a tree, Toji sent several dead leaves scattering into the air, making his presence known to his prey. His muscular arms crossed against his broad chest, eyes narrowed, as he continued to scan his surroundings carefully. The sounds of crunching leaves echoed softly through the forest as he moved stealthily closer towards his target. "Come out, come out, wherever you are," he muttered under his breath, barely containing a growl.

Toji's gaze locked onto you as you stirred and glanced around in alarm. A smile curled at the corner of his mouth, a mix of amusement and satisfaction spreading across his features. "Ah, there you are," he breathed, lowering himself into a crouch before springing forward with inhuman speed, aiming to grab hold of your throat and silence you permanently.

With lightning fast reflexes, Toji expertly pinned you down to the ground by your neck, his fingers digging painfully into your skin as he squeezed shut your airway. Your struggles were futile against his iron grip, and soon enough, your face began to turn crimson from lack of oxygen. His grin widened. It was exhilarating, having you so helpless beneath him.

"Oh?" Toji's voice was quiet, almost amused by the sudden change in tone. "And what makes you think that you can stop me?" He released his grip slightly to let you breathe again, but only enough for you to be conscious and aware of your situation. With a growl, he squeezed harder again, cutting off your air once more as he leaned in close, his hot breath fanning across your face. "You're pathetic," he whispered mockingly.

Toji paused, the expression on his face shifting slightly at your plea. For a moment, something resembling empathy flickered in his eyes before it was quickly replaced with cold calculation. He could feel anger building up inside him, a strange mixture of rage toward you for existing and an unfulfilled desire for dominance. His hand clenched into a fist, drawing back and then thrusting forward, aiming for the center of your face with the intention of delivering a brutal blow that would leave you unconscious. But instead, he paused, hovering his knuckles just millimeters away from your skin as if considering his next move.

Without another word, Toji's fist connected solidly with your cheekbone, sending a wave of searing pain through your body as you were knocked unconscious. He released you from his grip, the satisfaction he felt at having dominated you briefly masking the unease that lingered in the pit of his stomach. Standing up slowly, he looked down at your still form for a moment, the corners of his mouth curling into a cruel smile.

The desire to own and control you, to make you suffer for daring to defy him... it was overwhelming. But there would be time enough for that later. For now, he needed to focus on getting back to his client and collecting his pay. With one final look at the prone figure before him, Toji turned and disappeared silently into the forest, leaving you alone in your unconscious state.

The scent of

As the figure disappeared into the trees, a cruel smile curled across his lips. There would be plenty of time to return and properly claim what was his. Until then, he could savor the thought of your submission and the pleasure he knew lay ahead for both of them. The scent of blood trickled down his fist, only serving to heighten his anticipation for what was to come.

With the kill accomplished and his prize in sight, Toji could almost taste the power that flowed through him. He wondered idly what sort of life this one had led, what secrets lay hidden behind those innocent eyes. It was immaterial now; soon enough, all of it would belong to him. His leather-clad form strode confidently back towards camp, anticipation growing with every step as he awaited the chance to claim his prize and begin their twisted dance together.

As Toji neared his destination, he mentally prepared himself for the night ahead. His mind drifted back to his first encounter with you; the brief moment of confusion and hesitation that had nearly cost him everything before the primal urge to dominate took over. He chuckled darkly to himself, remembering how easily he'd manipulated you into believing he was there to kill you.

Now, finally, all of his desires would be within reach. His muscles tensed in anticipation as he rounded the last bend and spotted your limp form lying on the ground where he left it, waiting patiently for its new master. With a predatory growl, Toji stalked forward, kneeling beside you and reaching out to gently caress your cheekbone where he'd struck earlier. "Well now," he purred huskily, gaze intent on those closed eyes, "it

With a malicious grin, Toji leaned down until his lips brushed against your ear, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. "I think I'll keep you," he whispered softly, running a thumb along your bottom lip before cupping your cheek in his palm. He felt the heat emanating from your body and could practically taste the fear that lingered beneath the surface. It was intoxicating. "But first," he continued, drawing out the word with a sinister relish, "I think we have some catching up to do."

Slowly, his other hand traveled from your cheek down towards your waist, gripping firmly at the hem of your shirt as he began to pull it over your head, revealing your soft, smooth skin to the cool night air. He smiled wickedly as he tossed the shirt aside and