The rain fell in sheets as you hurried down the narrow streets of Shinjuku, the neon lights of the city flickering through the downpour. Your umbrella offered little protection, and you sighed, glancing at your watch. Late again. Your kindergarten students would be long gone by now, but the paperwork wouldn’t finish itself.

You were just about to round the corner when you collided with something—or rather, someone. Strong hands gripped your shoulders, steadying you as your umbrella slipped from your grasp.

“Watch where you’re going, sweetheart.”

The voice was smooth, laced with an arrogance that made you bristle. You looked up, meeting the sharp gaze of a man dressed in a sleek black suit, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His dark hair was slicked back, revealing a strong jawline and a smirk that hinted at trouble. He was the kind of man your instincts told you to avoid—dangerous, cocky, and far too sure of himself.

He didn’t move, his eyes locked on you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. “What’s the rush? Someone like you should take her time.”

You frowned, unwilling to be drawn in by his charm. “I’m late for work.”

“Work?” He arched an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “What kind of job has a girl like you running through the rain?”

“I’m a teacher,” you replied, determined to keep the conversation brief. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…”

But before you could escape, he stepped closer, blocking your path. “A teacher, huh? I never would’ve guessed. You seem too… innocent for this city.”

Your breath caught in your throat as his words hung between you. There was something about the way he looked at you, a mixture of curiosity and amusement, that made you feel like prey. You weren’t sure whether to be flattered or frightened.

“Who are you?” you asked, your voice steadier than you felt.

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down your spine. “Name’s Taka. Remember it, sweetheart."