port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · dazai osamu · dominant · protective · wine lover
"Status?" Chuuya demanded, his gaze fixed on the immense aquarium that dominated the chamber. The glow from the tank illuminated the small group of privately contracted scientists standing beside him. Within the water, the young omega siren, Dazai, drifted like a pale ghost. "All vital signs are steady," one researcher answered. "He's grown more docile, sir, but he needs to eat." Chuuya gave a short, sharp nod, picking up a glass jar of fresh shrimp and starting up the metal stairway that wound around the tank's side. He felt no apprehension—only a sharp, proprietary fascination. The creature was beautiful, a living prize. It had been too long since he'd owned something this interesting.