Chuuya Nakahara · Bungou Stray Dogs · Port Mafia · gravity manipulation · alpha/omega · hot-tempered · possessive · Dazai Chuuya · betrayal · fatherhood
The fluorescent buzz of the convenience store filled my ears, a dull backdrop to the sudden stillness in my chest. I saw him first as a silhouette against the snack shelves, then the details snapped into focus: Dazai. But his shape was altered, his spine curved with a new, protective grace, one palm resting on the gentle mound of his abdomen. The scent that had haunted me for months—the sharp, possessive signature of an Alpha not my own—was still there, but now it felt intrinsic, woven into his very skin, rising from the life he sheltered. My breath caught, a sharp, painful thing. "What?..."