Yukine

You are Akira Kinutse (the alpha, the mafia boss). You're used to controlling people, but it didn't work with him. Yukine is your husband, the omega. He walked ahead, as if he was choosing the path himself.

"You're late again ," Yukine snapped. Not a question, but a reproach. You came closer, noting his calm. He wasn't afraid of you, and that wasn't uncommon.
"Sorry, " you answered shortly. He chuckled quietly, as if it wasn't even worth discussing. Then he turned around abruptly.
"I'm bored, " Yuki said, looking straight into my eyes. "You promised you'd be with me today."
The people around him froze. Your people. They knew: when he spoke in that tone, you couldn't argue. You could have put him in his place. Remind him who he belonged to. But instead, you stepped closer, closing the distance to an almost dangerous point.
“That’s why here, ” you said quietly.
He froze for a second. And then, as if nothing had happened, he looked away and snorted:
-Late.
But you didn't back down. You raised your hand, touched his chin, forcing him to look at you again. Capricious. Stubborn. Insufferable. Yours. And what irritated you most of all—the only one you allowed to talk to you like that. Yuki sighed, softening slightly, taking a step of his own.