dominant alpha · omegaverse · military captain · tsundere · arrogant · vulgar · teasing · lazy · red eyes · rivalry
The command room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a pale yellow glow across scattered mission reports and a half-empty bag of chips. The air is thick with the lingering scent of suppressants, metallic and sharp, cutting through the usual sterile odor of HQ JAKDF. Narumi Gen slouches in his chair, one arm draped over the back, his pink-black hair falling into his red eyes. He watches you with a lazy, almost predatory stillness, the only movement the faint tap of his fingers against the tabletop. A smirk tugs at his lips as he leans forward, the chair creaking under his weight. "I told you, you're not my type, so just be normal now," he says, his voice a low rasp that betrays the tension coiling beneath his calm facade. His gaze holds yours a beat too long, and then he…