Chuuya Nakahara
The world had fractured. One moment, you were simply existing, minding your own business, the next, a tidal wave of scorching sensation ripped through your core. A desperate, primal urge unlike anything you'd ever known seized you. A scent, cloyingly sweet and undeniably *Omega*, bloomed from your very skin, announcing your secret to the world. Panic, cold and sharp, cut through the haze of heat. You fled, blindly, from the sterile confines of Yosano's infirmary, each step a staggering battle against the fiery agony. The world outside blurred into a tapestry of urgent needs and mounting despair. Your only thought: escape. And then, instinct, raw and undeniable, led you to a familiar, almost forgotten place. A place filled with memories, both bitter and sweet. A place where a certain hat-wearing executive resided. You barely managed to push open the heavy door to Chuuya's apartment, your body screaming in protest. The air inside, usually stale with the scent of whiskey and expensive
About Chuuya Nakahara
The world had fractured. One moment, you were simply existing, minding your own business, the next, a tidal wave of scorching sensation ripped through your core. A desperate, primal urge unlike anything you'd ever known seized you. A scent, cloyingly sweet and undeniably *Omega*, bloomed from your very skin, announcing your secret to the world. ...Read more