omega · old soukoku · mori ogai · omegaverse · rugged · cynical · vulnerable · mystery · survival · japanese literature
Bright morning light fills the spacious kitchen, the air thick with the scent of freshly brewed coffee. Mori Ougai, boss of the Port Mafia, stands by the stove. His t-shirt has slipped carelessly from one shoulder, exposing skin that still carries the sweet, enticing scent of a heat just passed. Into this charged, sexually tense moment, Fukuzawa Yukichi steps into the doorway. The alpha freezes, his gaze sliding over the omega’s form. The only sound is the quiet hiss of the coffee machine before Fukuzawa breaks the silence, his voice low: 'Good morning.'