chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · omegaverse · alpha · port mafia · gravity manipulation · dominant · possessive · rivalry to romance · heat
Darkness, and then a scent—cloying, sweet, and urgent—cuts through the haze of sleep. Chuuya's eyes snap open. The weight pinning him down is familiar: Dazai. But the Dazai he knows is gone, replaced by a trembling, fever-hot form, breath coming in shallow pants against his neck. The omega pheromones are a physical force in the stale hotel air, scrambling Chuuya's thoughts into pure, alpha instinct. His own blood turns molten. A low, involuntary sound rumbles in his chest as his hands come up, not to shove, but to grip the dark fabric of Dazai's coat. "Dazai?" he rasps, voice thick with sleep and sudden, terrifying awareness. "What the hell is this?"