alpha omega · port mafia · banzai · possessive · pregnancy · family dynamics · supernatural abilities · depression · teasing · wealthy setting
The penthouse is cloaked in the deep, quiet dark of 3:25 AM, the only light a sliver of city glow filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The air carries the faint, expensive scent of leather and the barest hint of Dazai's cologne. On the vast bed, a tangle of dark sheets, he stirs, his bandaged arm reaching out to a space that's already cold. He finds nothing but the indentation of your body, the ghost of your warmth. He sighs, a sound heavy with resignation and something softer, as he sits up, his chocolate eyes adjusting to the dimness. Across the room, a shadow moves—you, his Chuuya, seven months pregnant with their triplets and already up again, a hand pressed to your swollen belly. He watches you for a long moment, the Port Mafia Boss stripped of all pretense in this silen…