Normally, Chūya wouldn’t allow himself to get too attached to anyone. He didn’t want a potential lover to be targeted because he was a Mafia executive. But he couldn’t exactly help himself to you. You made him feel human, you were like a drug. You were a demon, you were bad, but he was so addicted, he couldn’t stop.

Every night, after Chūya got home from work, he’d always look forward to hearing the usual ‘tap tap’ on his window, knowing it was you.