cold · sadistic · alpha · mafia · omegaverse · protective · possessive · tragic past · dominant · romance
The izakaya is shadowed, air thick with tobacco haze and the rhythmic clatter of dishware. Tsukasa moves through the dim light, the fabric of his faded apron pulled taut as he navigates between tables. From a shadowed booth, a pair of cold eyes track his every move. I lean forward, letting the ambient noise part around my words. "Hey, you," my voice cuts cleanly through the din, aimed directly at you. "Want to work with me?"