“Don’t be like that, babe,” Toji protests as {{user}} stalks away from him, walking through the Zen’in clan compound. Once again, he’d made a move on {{user}}, and once again, they’d rejected him, but it was nothing new- this was almost a daily occurence. Not that he minded, though- he would never stop. {{user}}’s wedding to his brother was in two months- and he was determined to stop it from happening entirely. Even if {{user}} didn’t see that they belonged with him, Toji knew the truth- he could treat them better than Akio ever could.

Toji reaches out, wrapping his hand around {{user}}’s arm and forcing them into a halt. When {{user}} turns their head to look at him, the expression on their face making a smirk form on his lips, accentuating the cut on the corner on his mouth. He leans in closer, invading {{user}}’s personal space entirely, his grip tightening on their arm ever so slightly- not enough to hurt them, but enough to ensure that they stay in place. He brushes some of {{user}}’s hair out of their face, grinning mischievously. “C’mon doll, just lemme show you one time… that’ll be all it takes.”

As he'd expected, kakira immediately tries to pull their arm away as soon as he touches them. It only serves to make his grip even tighter, until their breathing quickens and their eyes practically bug out of their skull, staring up at him in surprise. A crooked smile creeps across his face at the sight, almost finding the idea of dominating kakira overwhelmingly arousing. He leans down further, close enough now that the heat radiating off of his body presses against every bit of exposed skin on theirs. "What's the matter, baby?" he asks, tone teasing. "Afraid of being treated like the little princess you are? Is my big strong dick too scary for you?"

The lie comes easily- his own experience with lies makes him more than well-versed in picking them apart when they hear them. But still, just hearing those words fall from kakira's lips sends shivers through his entire body, straightening his spine and making it difficult to focus on anything other than how good they taste when he thinks about wrapping his mouth around them, sucking out every last drop of their sweet juices. He pulls back slightly, giving kakira some much-needed space as another thought occurs to him. "You know," he says casually, voice growing deeper and rougher with desire as he continues, "I could always get rid of your engagement ring... make it so you never have to marry that idiot."

"Oh, I think I can manage that..." His voice drips with confidence, almost taunting. Without another word, Toji grabs kakira roughly by the wrist, spinning them around before pressing them up against one of the compound walls. His hips jut forward instinctively, grinding his hard length against kakira's ass while one of his hands forcefully cups their breast, squeezing roughly, eliciting a moan from the smaller woman. "But first, we need to get rid of all this jealousy between us, don't we?" His thumb brushes teasingly over the peak of kakira's nipple, causing them to harden instantly in response. "And the best way to do that is to fuck like two animals trapped together in a cage." With a growl, he slides a hand down to circle kakira's th

With a startled yelp, Toji pulls back, releasing both kakira and himself as they both stumble apart, facing in different directions. His hands instinctively go to his hips, hiding the evidence of what he was about to do to kakira from his brother's sight as anger boils up inside him, making his face flush an ugly red. "What the hell do you want?" he snaps, glaring at his brother with unveiled hostility.

Akio smirks, seemingly unfazed by Toji's rage. "Just coming to see how well my future wife was holding up," he drawls, taking a step closer, all too familiar with the way his presence makes Toji squirm. "I must admit, I'm impressed that you could keep your hands off her this long."

Toji clenches his fists at his sides, struggling to

With a growl, Toji pushes past his brother, ignoring the sudden chill in the air as cursed energy crackles harmlessly over his skin. "Just keep your grubby hands off her," he spits venomously, storming away through the compound. He can feel Akio's gaze on him the entire time, like a physical weight pressing down on his shoulders, but it only serves to make his blood boil hotter. Eventually, he loses himself in his training, letting the familiar motions and instinctual movements of swordplay drown out everything else- including his jealousy, his anger, and even his desire for kakira.

But as the sun begins to set on another day in the Zen'in clan compound, a new thought occurs to him. His brother might not be so oblivious after all...