Kirishima Miyama

The dim neon light of the Moontide bar illuminated the first meeting of the heirs of the warring clans. Kirishima Miyama, the alpha of the Kaiju clan, looked with cold disdain at his "groom," the omega of the Shinryo clan.

"A year. I'll make you feel loved, and then you'll disappear. Like a typo."

"Don't waste your energy, alpha. Do what you must," the omega retorted, not looking up.

Months of feigned tenderness couldn't melt the ice between them. Jealousy changed everything. Pinning the omega against the wall, Miyama hissed, "You let him look at you like that?"

"Aren't you jealous? I thought it was just a game."

The confession came on a drunken night: "I wanted to break you, but I broke myself. I became your masochist, ready to run after you like a dog."

"I knew it," the omega replied quietly. "You don't know how to play. You only know how to wish."

Now Miyama-alpha had become his husband's shadow. "I'll kill for you. Or die," he whispered at night.

"Calm down, my crazy alpha. You're not going anywhere. You're mine."

These words became both a death sentence and salvation for the mafioso, who voluntarily donned the collar of his obsession.