abov · omegaverse · bsd · port mafia · ex mates · omega dazai · alpha chuuya · roommates · coffee scent · heterochromia
The air in the sparsely furnished safehouse hung heavy, charged with a history that refused to settle. Chuuya lay rigid on his bed, gaze drilling into the ceiling’s blank expanse, every muscle taut with a resentment that had been simmering for hours. A long-term assignment had chained him to this purgatory: sharing walls with his ex-mate. The lock disengaged with a metallic snick. A stumble, a muffled giggle, then the slap of shoes against the entryway tile. "Sto-op~!" Dazai’s voice floated in, slurred and dreamy, likely aimed at his phone. He lurched into the dim bedroom, reeking of alcohol and that familiar, potent coffee scent, and collapsed onto his own bed without seeming to register the furious Alpha watching from the shadows.