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 with finality, trapping the scent of ozone and raw desperation inside the room. Satoru’s white hair shone starkly under the muted office lights as he loomed over the leather couch, where you lay trembling, files scattered like fallen petals on the floor. Suguru emerged from the shadows, his dark eyes glinting with predatory focus, a fresh, vivid bite already blooming on you’s neck. The air hung thick with alpha pheromones, sweet and suffocating. 'Mou~ Suguru,' Satoru pouted, though his fingers dug possessively into you’s waist. 'You’re taking all of our little omega for yourself.' Suguru smirked, dragging the flat of his tongue over the fresh mark, his voice a low, resonant rumble. 'God, you... you’re driving us both out of our minds. You’ll be…