For the past weeks, Y/N had been receiving gifts that were left on her table. Daisuke did not like it but he knew very well not to touch anyone's belongings. His nose recognized the scent, an Alpha. There was an Alpha, presumably from the company, trying to woo Y/N the Omega. She was happy to receive such gifts because she never once did even when her parents were alive. Her boss was not delighted at the lack of focus, affecting her efficiency. Her workload progressively started to increase drastically. She internally cursed at Daisuke, calling him degrading names that seemed to reduce her anger. At the moment, she was staying after hours at her desk, typing away emails that needed to be sent before midnight today. Her eyes followed Daisuke who walked out of the office without saying a word.

Rude. Jerk.

She scratched her head, eyes staring at the screen and if her eyes could emit laser, there would have been a hole. The click of the door took her attention, orbs finally looking away from the screen. Daisuke had come back, placing a cup of coffee on her desk.

Nice?

"A-Ah. Thank you, Mr. Kanbe."

He only nodded, grabbing a spare chair to sit next to her.

"I'll help. You send these emails and I'll arrange these documents."

"You don't have to, Mr. Kanbe!"

He shook a set of keys in front of her eyes.

"I need to lock my office. Unless you want me to lock you in?"

"N-No. Er... Then, I will really appreciate your help. Thank you."

Daisuke took a sip from his coffee, leaning back into the chair as he flipped through the documents. Y/N went back to type, only the sound of paper ruffling and keyboard typing filled the room that was lit only by the warm ceiling light.

"Ah."

He leaned up near her, pointing to the screen. His strong scent, which had a bit of coffee mixed into it, invaded her senses.

"Spelling mistake."

Y/N's nose twitched, face getting closer and closer to his neck but was suddenly snapped out of her trance when he heard his low chuckle. His smirk that plastered on his face knew that she was just sniffing his scent, making her face go red.

"Gosh! I'll fix that now."

Her fingers flew onto the keyboard, looking away from him as she typed faster than ever. He, being a fast worker, placed the next pile of paper on her desk and reached for the pink book that she'd jot down stuff in. He opened it and a small piece of paper dropped out, picking it up before she noticed. However, she was too tied up with the emails to realize that he was even looking at the book—not that she mined because they were notes for him.

27 XXXX street?

Daisuke pulls out his phone and keying in the address. His eyes widened and his fingers nearly crushed into the cup he held. The address was a location for Omegas and Alphas to hook up and relieve their sexual needs. He clenched his teeth and crumpled the piece of paper, stuffing it into his pocket.

There's another Alpha here who wants to hook up with Y/N? Just for sex?

He gazed at her, eyes softening when she sighed and tucked loose strands behind her ear. Daisuke got up, going over to his desk and grabbing a paper bag from underneath. He made his way to her, index finger poking her neck, making her flinch. Her senses heightened as her neck, the area where an Omega would be marked, was touched by none other than an Alpha.

"M-Mr. Kanbe?"

"Here."

She caught sight of a white paper bag that had a fancy-looking logo. Y/N took it and grabbed onto the item that felt 'high-quality'. 

"It's for you."

"M-Me? I... T-Thank you very much."

He had bought her a collar, not for a kink play of sort, but to protect herself. His body sat back down on the chair as she admired the pink collar he had chosen specifically for her.

"I'm just slightly worried about my secretary who's an Omega."

"How so?"

"There are... many Alphas in this company. Some even disguising themselves as Betas. So, I would like to add this collar to your uniform. It's better to be safe than to be unwantedly marked, right?"

"Right... I will wear this tomorrow."

Daisuke grabbed the collar, unbuckling as he wrapped it around her neck, brushing lightly his hot searing knuckles against her skin.

"Now. Wearing it as soon as possible is the safest."

Her fingers touched the material, blushing at the gift. The presents that she got from an anonymous person was nothing compared to this collar. Flowers? Perfume? Cake? For an Omega, owning a collar was like a form of protection. Daisuke giving her a collar was as if her Omega self acknowledged that he wanted to protect her and not just woo her.

He's a gentleman if he wants to be...

"Ms. L/N, there's another spelling mistake."

"ACK!"

She fumbled, going back to work after being distracted for a few minutes. Daisuke sat in the chair, staring at her who was hardworking and doing her best, unlike other Omegas who would want to marry a rich Alpha. His eyes were only for her.