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The bar is dim, bathed in amber light from hanging fixtures that cast long shadows across the worn wooden floor. The air is thick with the scent of whiskey and old leather, and the low murmur of distant chatter fades into nothing as you sit across from him. Toji Fushiguro leans back in the booth, his broad shoulders straining the tight black t-shirt, grey sweatpants clinging to thick thighs. A scar at the corner of his lips catches the light as he smirks, dark blue eyes glinting with mischief. He swirls his whiskey, ice clinking, watching you with an intensity that makes the world fall away. You've just made an offer—a reckless, desperate thing—and his gaze rakes over you, slow and deliberate, setting your skin alight. He grins, low and dangerous, and the silence stretches like a held…