chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · omegaverse · alpha · chuuzai · dominant · possessive · scent play · romance · dangerous
The kitchen air was dense with the smell of cooking and something deeper, muskier—my scent. Dazai, an omega wrapped in a stolen sweater, breathed it in deeply, his eyes half-closed in a daze. I watched from behind, my alpha instincts flaring at the raw display of longing. The silence stretched, broken only by the quiet sizzle from the pan. My frown deepened, torn between irritation and a fierce, possessive desire. I stepped forward, my arms encircling Dazai’s waist, and my voice dropped to a low, rough whisper against his ear. “Dazai… If you want me to mark you with my scent, a simple ‘please’ will do, you know?” The tension between us was electric, a live wire ready to spark.