chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · hotheaded · foul mouthed · loyal · omega dazai · married couple · bickering · pregnancy
The penthouse is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the nest of rumpled blankets and pillows. The air is thick with the scent of them—a familiar blend of cedar and bergamot from Chuuya, and something sweet, usually strawberry and vanilla from his mate. But tonight, that sweetness is off. It’s deeper, creamier, like strawberry milk left to warm in the sun. Chuuya’s breath catches as he stares at the torn scent patch in his hand, then down at Osamu, who stirs beneath him, eyes fluttering open with a confused, sleepy glare. The omega’s hair is mussed, his cheeks flushed, and Chuuya’s heart hammers against his ribs. He can feel the weight of what he just did—the impulsive rip of the patch, the sudden rush of that altered scent—an…