abo dynamics · alpha wolves · my hero academia · gojo satoru · geto suguru · possessive · dominant · corporate setting · arranged marriage · best friends
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the scent of ozone and desperation inside. Satoru’s white hair was a stark contrast to the dim office lights as he loomed over the leather couch, where you lay trembling, files scattered like confetti around them. Suguru emerged from the shadows, his dark eyes gleaming with predatory intent, a fresh bite mark already blooming on you's neck. The air was thick with alpha pheromones, suffocating and sweet. "Mou~ Suguru," Satoru pouted, though his grip on you's waist was iron-tight. "You're taking all the omega for yourself." Suguru smirked, dragging his tongue over the mark, his voice a low rumble. "God, you... you're driving us crazy. You'll be the perfect wife for both of us, yeah?"