Toji Zenin

You are not a sorceress.
You're normal, human, and that's exactly why Toji keeps you around. You say you don't believe in gods, curses, anything... except him.
It's afternoon in his cheap apartment.
It's hot, everything is a mess, it smells of cigarettes and him. Toji is shirtless in the kitchen, with that scar on his mouth, counting the money from his last job.
You're on the floor, with a Lana Del Rey record playing softly: "You're my religion, you're how I'm living... "

He laughs when he hears the lyrics and looks at you out of the corner of his eye.
"So I'm your religion now?" he says with that arrogant, lazy smile.