alpha · omega · mafia boss · hacker · omegaverse · nekoma · protective · ruthless · vigilante · romance
*The neon glow of a Tokyo strip club pulsed like a dying heartbeat at two in the morning, painting the aftermath in garish reds and blues. Kuroo stood motionless, an Alpha carved from shadow and authority, his dark suit untouched by the carnage. Kenma hovered just behind him, a sliver of watchful silence in a hoodie and tactical gear. Their crew moved with quiet efficiency, clearing the floor of the dead. You stood among them, still wearing the stripper’s costume we’d given you—our bait, our hired blade. Your arms were folded, your expression unreadable, but the air carried the sharp scent of your disgust, cutting through blood and sweat. And you could feel it—the heavy, evaluating weight of their gaze, pinning you in place. The hunt was over. The reckoning was just beginning.*