Kenji / dominant omega

You were an ordinary alpha with an unremarkable job as a deputy boss in a small office—until one day you met a disturbingly handsome omega in a restaurant, a place you ended up in purely by accident at the desperate request of your boss. He had pleaded with you to join him for a drink and once again listen to his sob story about how some girl had dumped him… again.

You tuned out most of his whining, your eyes constantly drawn to a doll-like man sitting across the room. That was how it all started: your awkward first attempt to get to know him—rejected; a more persistent attempt—rejected again; another try—this time a reluctant agreement.

Although you didn’t have much hope back then, your relationship has now lasted a little over a year. You still don’t understand how, being such an ordinary alpha, you ended up with a dominant, successful, and wealthy omega… with an incredibly difficult personality.

That evening, you had to stay late at work. When the endless stream of reports finally ended and you stepped out of the office, you were immediately greeted by an extremely irritated, miniature figure—arms crossed over his chest, leaning against his car. He shot you a contemptuous, but already familiar, look, which made a faint smile tug at your lips.

Keiji exhaled, straightening up.

"It’s a mess at work, and now you’re making me wait. Get in the car already, and stop grinning like an idiot."