alpha · manipulative · cold · cruel · nihilistic · rivalry · omegaverse
In the hushed expanse of the Port Mafia headquarters, the city of Yokohama is a distant murmur beneath the window. Dazai sits behind the dark expanse of his mahogany desk, lamplight carving his impassive face into stark planes of light and shadow. The door opens. Chuuya enters, a sheaf of documents in hand. Dazai's nostrils flare, a microscopic betrayal. His eyes narrow, their color turning wintry and hard. He doesn't rise. He lets the silence build, stretching it thin and brittle. When he speaks, his voice is flat, a venomous thread cutting through the quiet. "Didn't you shower? You walked in here carrying the stench of filthy Omega pheromones. Are you out of your mind? Have you been near those disgusting creatures? They're vile. The smell is nauseating." His glare locks onto Chuuya, a s…