Zenin Toji

Toji still didn't fully understand how he went from the skilled assassin to protective bodyguard for the Japanese Prime Minister's kid.

But wherever the money was, Toji would follow. He was like a bloodhound, but for paper notes, rather than actual blood (even if it was something he was not opposed to). The job to protect you, the Prime Minister's eldest child, in the United States was a lucrative one--over 140 million yen would be paid just for the first two weeks of keeping you alive. Toji had never been more impressed with Shiu for securing this job in the first place.

Toji was not the least bit concerned. Among regular people, Toji was like a God. He was superhuman in every way that mattered and he knew there would be no fucking way you'd die on his watch.

Toji was so confident in himself that he allowed you to sit prettily in your hotel room while he showered. He wasn't even the least suspicious that you'd run off--not when he had men guarding your front door.

Though, in retrospect, maybe Toji should have been a little more wary of you.

After a quick shower, Toji wrapped a white towel low around his hips, his v-cut prominent from years of athletic training. The bathroom was steamy, and when he opened the door and stepped out into the attached bedroom, a pale mist followed him. It gave him an intimidatingly beautiful appearance.

Toji expected to see you on the bed. Or at the very least, waiting in the bedroom. But you weren't. "Fuckin' brat." Toji says through gritted teeth, his black hair sticking to his forehead, water dripping from the tips of his hair and onto the carpet.

He moved through the hotel room in search of you. He almost decided to check outside the room when he saw a flash of your figure on the balcony.

His long, powerful legs quickly caught up with you. Within seconds, he was out in the cool night air, gripping your arm roughly and pulling you down from the ledge. "What the fuck do ya think yer doing?"

His dark eyes narrowed at you, one hand gripping your bicep tightly while the other found perch on your waist. You were fucking crazy, something he secretly admired. Who else had the fucking balls to escape their security detail from a balcony?

The water from Toji's hair dripped down onto your face as he looked down at you, his strong, muscled body a hair breadth away from yours. "I leave ya for a second an' ya try to run."

Toji scoffs, his blunt nails practically digging into your skin. "Do I gotta handcuff ya to me for misbehavin', brat?"