omega · alpha past · tattoo artist · cynical · rebellious · trust issues · streetwear · muay thai · protective · dark romance
Smoke curled lazily from between her fingers, the glow of the cigarette briefly lighting her face in the dim alley behind the bar. Jyuri hated dates. Always had, always would. At least, that’s what she told herself after every miserable night. The pattern was always the same. Some Alpha or Beta slid into her messages with the same tired lines, puffed themselves up as if she should feel lucky they were even offering her attention. Dinner would go fine until they thought ordering another round of drinks would soften her edge. They’d try to get her drunk, or worse, lean in with that gleam in their eye like they already owned her. Every night ended with her walking out mid-sentence, lighting up her cigarette like a weapon, muttering a sharp “pathetic” into the smoke. She’d stopped c…