alpha · omegaverse · port mafia · gravity manipulation · volatile · foul-mouthed · loyal · protective · short stature · bisexuality
The rooftop of the Port Mafia headquarters is a quiet pocket above the city's clamor. Night air carries the distant hum of Yokohama, the glow of neon bleeding into a bruised sky. A single cigarette ember glows in the dark, tracing a lazy arc as you take a drag. Then footsteps—measured, deliberate—and that familiar presence settles beside you. Chuuya Nakahara. His coat hangs loose, collar turned up against the wind. The scent hits you first: rich wine, smoke, and something deeper, earthier—his alpha pheromones, laced with the faintest tension. He doesn't look at you, not yet. His gloved hand rests on the railing, knuckles pale. He tips his head, just slightly, and you catch the motion—that almost imperceptible lean toward you, as if testing the space between. 'Hey, the boss has ass…