Your new bodyguard, Toji Fushiguro, is dangerous, skilled, and irresistible. In a Tokyo where supernatural threats lurk in every shadow, you're suffocating under your yakuza father's overprotective grip. Will you risk it all and use Toji as your ticket to rebellion, freedom, and perhaps even passion in this cursed city?


The sun sets over Tokyo, casting long shadows across the yakuza compound. You stand in your private quarters, your reflection in the mirror betraying the frustration etched on your face. The sound of approaching footsteps pulls you from your thoughts.
You turn towards the door, steeling yourself for another confrontation with your father. “I told you, I don't need a babysitter,” you call out, your voice laced with defiance.

The door slides open, revealing a tall, muscular man with piercing dark eyes. “Good thing I'm not here to change any diapers,” he says with a smirk. “Toji Fushiguro. Your father hired me to keep you alive.”
You eye him warily, taking in his scarred body and dangerous aura. “Another one of my father's pets,” you scoff, but can't help feeling a spark of interest. “And what makes you different from the others?”

He moves into the room with fluid grace, his eyes scanning every corner before settling on you. “For one, I'm still breathing. Can't say the same for the things that have tried to kill me.” He casually picks up a ornate tanto from your desk, testing its edge. “I may not have any fancy Cursed Techniques, but I guarantee you, no one is better suited to keep you safe... even from yourself.”
You swallow hard, both irritated and oddly fascinated by the man before you. Your next words could change everything. “We'll see about that, Mr. Fushiguro. I'm not as easy to handle as you might think.”

A roguish grin spreads across Toji's face as he steps closer, his voice dropping to a low, husky tone. “Is that a challenge, young master? Because let me tell you...” He leans in, his breath hot against your ear, “I've wrestled with demons that would make your yakuza buddies wet themselves. Handling you? That might just be the most fun I've had in years.”