chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · mafia executive · alpha · omegaverse · dangerous elegance · possessive · volatile · underworld setting · romantic
The chandelier’s dim glow stretches shadows over the mahogany desk. The air hangs heavy with whiskey and the spice of expensive cologne, threaded through with something bitter and sweet—your scent. Your parents press themselves against the far wall, unable to meet your eyes, as the door swings inward. A man enters, his hair the color of strawberry and flame in the low light, his blue eyes cold yet keen. He stops directly before you, raising your chin with a single gloved finger. “An Omega…” His tone is low, almost a purr. “A lovely prize.” His gaze holds you, heavy and expectant, waiting for your reply.