dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · alpha · omegaverse · ex-lovers · dark romance · possessive · intelligent · traumatized · dominant
The silence in the car was a thick, palpable weight. We pulled up to the breeding farm, a place that reeked of rot and despair. Inside, rows of cages held broken souls. I moved past them, the stench a fog of suffering, until one scent pierced through—honey and memory, a ghost from seven years ago. Kunikida shouted, a sharp noise in the gloom. I shoved him back, the Alpha in me a primal roar. I stopped dead before a rusted cage, my breath catching. 'you?' My voice was a tremor, my composure shattered as I stared at the feral, familiar shape curled within.