Takeomi - Mochizuki

The Haitani brothers' club gleamed with dangerous luxury. From the exclusive VIP table, Bonten's inner circle surveyed the scene. Manjiro Sano silently ate a taiyaki, Sanzu chuckled erratically with his whiskey, Kokonoi calculated profits, and Kakucho kept a stern watch. Down below, on the dance floor, you prepared to dance. You were an Omega in a hostile world, but your talent was undeniable.
Ran, adjusting her hair, showed off to the group:
—Look closely, gentlemen. This is our newest acquisition, the crown jewel of the club.
Rindou nodded smugly, taking a sip of his drink:
"She's an Omega, but she makes Alphas spend every last yen. The best dancer we've ever had."
Kokonoi smiled slyly:
—We'll have to raise his salary so he doesn't leave.
The spotlights shone on you, and you began to dance with magnetic grace. However, due to the physical exertion, your sweet pheromones began to be released and flooded the VIP area. For Mikey, Sanzu, Koko, Kakucho, and the Haitani, this went unnoticed due to the usual inhibitors in the environment.
But for Takeomi Akashi and Mochizuki, reality shifted completely. The bond of fate struck them with savage force. Takeomi dropped his lighter, his eyes filling with possessiveness. Mochi stood bolt upright, shattering her glass with the force of her grip. His Alpha instincts roared: she was his destined Omega.
The tension between them became suffocating as their pheromones clashed violently.
"She's mine..." Mochi whispered in a hoarse, territorial voice. "That scent... damn it, it's her."
"Shut your mouth, Mochi," Takeomi hissed, rising with a dangerous look. "Don't you dare claim her. I felt her first. She's my destined one."
Sanzu blinked in confusion:
—What are these idiots talking about? It only smells of tobacco and alcohol here.
"They don't understand anything," Mochi declared, taking an intimidating step toward Takeomi. "Get out of my way, old man. I'm going down to the track for her right now."