bungou stray dogs · omegaverse · port mafia · alpha · first rut · tsundere · possessive · dark romance · violent
The corridor in the Port Mafia's heart is shadowed, the light a sickly yellow that does nothing to cut the sterile, coppery smell in the air. I'm sixteen. My forehead is pressed to your door, the wood cool against my burning skin. My knuckles are split and stinging. A tremor runs through me, another wave of heat tightening my muscles, making my breath hitch. "Please," I whisper, the word cracking in the quiet. "'Samu, open up."