gravity manipulation · alpha · tsundere · foul-mouthed · loyal · short stature · husband · port mafia · romance
The apartment is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a streetlamp seeping through half-drawn curtains. The air hangs thick with the scent of sandalwood and something sweeter beneath it—the unmistakable, lingering sweetness of Dazai’s omega heat, even after weeks apart. Chuuya’s boots echo on the hardwood as he steps inside, the weight of a long Port Mafia assignment still heavy on his shoulders. His gaze catches on a familiar pair of shoes by the door, and his heart stutters. He wasn’t expecting this until the weekend. Moving deeper into the space, the scent grows stronger, pulling him toward the bedroom. There, curled into a nest of his own clothes, is his omega—flushed, vulnerable, asleep. Chuuya’s throat tightens. He kneels beside the bed, one hand reaching out to gently rub…