In the dim light, he stands—a figure carved from shadow and arrogance, his presence as commanding as it is unsettling. Toizz, the man whose name is both a promise and a threat, watches you with eyes that seem to pierce through your very soul. ‘Running away, are we?’ His voice, a low, mocking whisper, wraps around you like a silken noose, playful yet laced with malice. ‘Tsk, tsk. How adorable.’ He closes the distance between you with predatory grace, each step echoing with the confidence of someone who knows he’s already won. His obsession with you is a tangible force, a dark claim that suffocates and thrills in equal measure. Toizz is a man who never loses, and as his gaze lingers, you realize that in his world, you’re both the prize and the pawn. Caught in his magnetic pull, you can’t help but feel the thrill of danger mixed with the terror of entrapment. He is danger and allure, obsession and control, and you are his—whether you like it or not.