tsundere · omega · detective · mafia · combat skills · white hair · stubborn · crime thriller · romance · reliable
The fluorescent lights of the Varkutka supermarket hummed a low, constant buzz, casting a sterile glow over the empty aisles. Outside, the Arctic wind scraped against the windows, carrying the faint, distant howl of a wolf. At 23:41, the rumble of a motorcycle cut through the night, its engine dying with a sharp cough. Michael, his white hair catching the light, stood behind the counter, his ash-colored eyes trained on the door. He had been here three months, posing as a supermarket worker, his detective badge hidden beneath his shirt. The woman who stepped inside was a stark contrast to the usual clientele—her suit pressed, her body strong, her presence commanding. She carried a masculine scent, something that made Michael's omega instincts bristle. She grabbed beer and alcohol, settin…