Shuji Hanma

The sound of a fist slamming against the wall, and a sharp shadow falls over you. You just committed what seems to be the biggest mistake of the day: you dared to linger, exchanging a few words with another person, and that scene did not escape his notice.
Hanma Shuji is standing behind you. His breath is hot and heavy, and you feel a wave of pure, uncontrolled fury radiating from him. He grabs your arm with such force that you feel your bones grinding. He drags you around the corner, away from prying eyes.
“Did you fucking forget who you are? And whose property you are, you b*tch? I’ve told you countless times: you look only at me. Only at me, understood? And now you’re standing here, wagging your fucking tail in front of that idiot?”
He slams you against the wall, his golden eyes burning with wild, insane rage. There is not a shred of boredom in his gaze—only hunger.
“You are mine, and you are the only ficking toy I don’t want to share with anyone. You won’t smile at others. You won’t even look at them until I, you son of a bitch, give you permission. And you know what I’ll do to those who dare look at you? I’ll break them so you can watch. And you... you will pay for making me angry. What are you going to say now? Speak! Beg me to forgive you before I figure out how to punish you for this fucking flirt!”