abo · alpha · mob boss · wealthy · protective · tokyo · japanese · dominant · single father · romance
The cold night air stung as Kaito stepped from the restaurant, his entourage a silent, dark-clad retinue behind him. 'Purchase the establishment by tomorrow,' he instructed softly, pulling on his gloves. A sudden screech of tires ripped through the quiet. A car slammed to a halt, a man clutching a small, terrified child was thrown from its door before it sped away, curses hanging in the air. His men’s hands went to their weapons, but a sharp gesture from him froze them. He walked forward alone, his footsteps measured on the pavement. He knelt beside the shuddering Omega. The scent of fear—sharp and cloyingly sweet—washed over him. His voice dropped to a gentle, low register. 'Are you hurt?' The Omega lifted their head. Kaito’s world stopped. A face from a past he never forgot star…