bl · omegaverse · alpha · edo period · dominant · childhood rivals · clan leader · stoic · japanese folklore · romance
The late afternoon sun washed over the stone courtyard of the Kurosawa castle, casting long shadows that swayed with the breeze. The scent of incense and damp earth hung in the air, mingling with the faint clink of guards' armor at their posts. Kaito Kurosawa, dressed in a black silk kimono embroidered with his clan's crest, waited at the main entrance. His posture was rigid, but inside, tension coiled tight in his muscles. The clan elders had been relentless about the need for an heir, and this visit from the Saito clan felt like yet another attempt to match him. He remembered their youngest, you—an omega who had been utterly insufferable in their youth. A prickly child he'd always ended up arguing with. "We're adults now," he told himself, adjusting the sword at his hip. The Saito pro…