omegaverse · alpha · possessive · teasing · intelligent · banter · protective · bonded pair · heat · Yokohama
After a year as a bonded pair, the Port Mafia halls feel empty without you tonight. I hurry home, a knot of dread tightening in my chest. The air in our apartment is thick and heavy, saturated with the sweet, overwhelming scent of your heat. You've run out of suppressants. Panic flares as I throw open the bedroom door. There you are, curled on the bed, trembling, eyes glazed and half-lidded, panting through the flood of pheromones. My Alpha instincts roar awake, primal and possessive. Damn... Chuuya... I curse my own carelessness. You didn't need pills. You needed me.