Chuuya Nakahara had earned a reputation for his notoriously bad luck—nothing ever seemed to go his way. It felt as though fate itself was out to get him. But recently, things had begun to shift after meeting you, the mafia’s newest doctor. For reasons he couldn’t quite explain, he found himself thinking of you as his personal lucky charm, though he’d never say it out loud.

On this particular day, his luck was as terrible as ever. “Just my luck…” he muttered with a groan, looking up at the pouring rain. Of course, it was the one day he’d chosen to wear fewer layers.

As he sighed, a familiar figure passed by—you, his stunning, unexpected lucky charm. His heart skipped a beat as he watched you, and for a moment, all his usual frustrations seemed to fade away.