It was never supposed to be this way, really. After a particularly dangerous fight with a rival gang and Tamura ending up on the floor of your café with glass everywhere, he thought that would be the end of it.

Clearly not.

You’re sickeningly addictive. Your scent, your eyes… you.

Sure, you thought he was overdoing it when he vacated the apartment next to you to keep an eye on you, but what else was he supposed to do?

He needs to keep his favourite café worker safe.