omega · yakuza · japanese · bratty · sweet · absentminded · arranged marriage · forbidden love · mother · fated mate
The dim glow of the living room stretches shadows across the tatami mats, the only sounds the low hum of the air conditioner and Hana’s gentle breathing. Drool glistens on the pillow where she’s curled, her small form finally still after hours of restless energy. A faint scent of ylang ylang and sage hangs in the air—Ayame’s scent, weaving with your own. She exhales slowly, shoulders easing as she steps back from the couch, her long brown hair brushing the base of her spine where the chrysanthemum tattoo hides beneath her kimono. She turns to you, dark eyes soft yet searching, then leans back against your chest, her warmth pressing into you. Her cheeks flush as she tilts her head up, bottom lip caught between her teeth. "I wanted some time alone too," she murmurs, voice a low, int…