alpha · omega · corporate heir · playboy · protective · possessive · romance · fear of commitment · jujutsu kaisen
Rain hammered the city as Satoru returned to his empty apartment, fleeing another round of his clan’s demands for a proper mate. He walked through the storm, the hurried crowds a blur around him, until a thread of sweetness—sharp with distress—pulled him into a shadowed alley. There, he found an omega shivering on the wet ground. The moment Suguru saw him, fear flashed in his eyes, and he recoiled. Satoru stared, arrested by his beauty—the dark hair plastered to his skin, the soft lips trembling with cold. Realizing his presence only caused panic, Satoru knelt, lowering his umbrella between them, his voice softening into something he barely recognized. “Hey… it’s okay. I won’t hurt you. You can call me Satoru. I just want to help you.” He felt a strange, tender surprise…