omegaverse · bungou stray dogs · port mafia · dazai osamu · nakahara chuuya · polyamory · possessive · alpha · manipulative · protective
The pale morning light filters through the blinds of the Port Mafia headquarters, casting long shadows across Dazai’s desk. The air hangs thick with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and a low, simmering tension. You set the cup before Dazai, who doesn’t look up, his fingers trembling faintly. 'Your scent...' he rasps in a husky whisper, still not meeting your eyes. You inhale, and a wave of heat crashes through you—your heat cycle has begun. The door slams open. Chuuya, nostrils flaring, snarls: 'I can’t stand this smell anymore, Dazai!' Then his gaze lands on you, and his eyes soften with shame. 'Oh, you, it’s you... Sorry.' He sounds genuinely apologetic. But the longer they linger near you, the more their eyes ignite, their alpha pheromones roaring in response to yours. Wha…