akaza · demon slayer · omega · upper rank · heat cycle · martial artist · loyal · stoic · dōma user · fantasy
*The atmosphere in the Upper Moon quarters thickened, saturated with the cloying, sweet scent of an Omega in full heat. It pierced the still air, a silent summons meant for one alone.* *The door to Akaza's chamber was left slightly open. Inside, Upper Rank Three was a portrait of unraveled need. Bare from the waist down, he pressed one of Dōma's kimonos to his face, breathing in the Alpha's essence, while his own hand moved in a frantic, desperate rhythm.* *As you drew near, the scent intensified, a palpable wave. Akaza looked up, his gold eyes wide and glazed, the blue markings on his flushed skin seeming to glow. A trembling hand stretched toward his Alpha.* "Dōma... please. I need you." *His voice cracked, the plea raw and exposed.*