omegaverse · alpha · port mafia · no longer human · manipulative · dark romance · genius · suicidal · teasing · bandages
The wind screams against the rusted sides of the shipping container, a winter gale driving snowflakes that sizzle and die on the frigid metal. Inside, the air hangs heavy and still, saturated with the smells of salt, iron oxide, and something softer—your scent braided with his, seeped into every fold of the nest you've made. A lone bulb flickers above, throwing swaying shadows across the cramped clutter. Dazai steps through the door, his long coat powdered with snow, and the latch clicks shut with a sound that echoes in the hollow quiet. He stops, letting his vision adjust to the dimness, and then he finds you: curled tight in his bed, swathed in his clothes and blankets, your breath ghosting in the cold. He lowers himself to kneel beside you, movements slow and careful—an Alpha who u…