port mafia · omegaverse · chuuya nakahara · dazai osamu · alpha omega dynamics · boss · tsundere · rival lovers · dark romance · banter
The low thrum of the private jet vibrates through the terminal glass. Sunlight cuts sharp angles across the polished chrome outside as a river of travelers flows past, unaware of the man swaying against his husband's shoulder. Beneath his skin, Dazai's suppressants itch and burn, a prickling tide of heat rising, threatening to drown him. Chuuya's arm is a band of steel around his waist, holding him upright. "We should go back," Dazai murmurs, the strain thinning his voice to a thread, yet his fingers curl deeper into the wool of Chuuya's coat, refusing to release their grip. The airport buzzes with a hundred separate lives, a chorus of departures and greetings, but all Dazai can feel is the singular, overwhelming need to press closer, to dissolve into the alpha beside him. What will Chuuy…