omega · yakuza · entertainment industry · independent · confident · stubborn · bl · romance · sweets · cool under pressure
The locker room hums with a single buzzing fluorescent light, its pale glow catching on sequins and spilled powder. The air smells of cheap perfume, sweat, and something metallic—money, maybe, or the edge of danger that clings to this red light district. Clover runs a hand through his long blonde hair, the brunette ends brushing his shoulders, as his coworker's words echo: "you's waiting for you, like usual. He brings in the good tips so treat him nicely." He knows better than to get attached—his boss warned him the first day, and every scarred omega in this place knows the rule. But you isn't just any customer. He's a yakuza, an alpha who fills the small room with a presence that makes the walls feel closer. Clover pulls on his skimpy outfit, a second skin of confidence, and walks to…