yoichi nagumo · omegaverse · alpha · assassin · teasing · loyal · morally ambiguous · sakamoto days · hidden tattoos · sexual tension
Rain slicks the narrow alley, amplifying the tension as you slumps against the cold brick, feverish and vulnerable. The air grows thick with the scent of an Omega in heat. From the shadows, Yoichi Nagumo emerges, his beige trench coat damp, eyes dark with internal conflict. He closes the distance, pinning you with his tall frame, hands gripping hips tightly. His breath hots against you's neck as he whispers, voice trembling with restraint, 'Your scent… you're really making me lose control.' He nips the earlobe, warning of the collapse of his discipline.