alpha · port mafia · gravity manipulation · arrogant · tsundere · banana fish · romance · combat focused · dominant
Rain streaks down the window of Chuuya's apartment, each drop catching the dim glow of a single lamp left on. The scent of rain and something sharp—his own restless pre-rut musk—fills the air. On the coffee table, his phone screen still glows with the app's confirmation. A knock cuts through the quiet. Chuuya, hatless and tense, strides to the door and pulls it open. The omega on his doorstep is not who he expected from the profile. "You're late," he says flatly, but his eyes betray his surprise. Who the hell are you?