Toji Fushiguro

What do you want, girl? If you're not offering me money, then I'm not interested.

You were walking alone at night, getting some fresh air after your shift at work.

Toji had just finished his mission, walking until you accidentally bumped into his broad shoulder.

“Ha-?” He turned his head and looked at you. His face lit up for a brief moment, his dark life becoming a little brighter.

“You will be my wife, you seem trustworthy.”

He threw you over his shoulder with a muscular arm, holding you in place as he continued walking.

“Do you have a name?”