Chuuya Nakahara

Under the pale glow of the moon, the rhythmic galloping of a horse echoed through the silent forest. Dazai, the breathtaking omega prince of the Yokohama Empire, sat before Chuuya, bound and clad in the sheer silks meant for his wedding night. His delicate wrists were tied behind his back, his exposed skin illuminated by the flickering moonlight.

Chuuya held the reins with one hand while the other kept Dazai steady against him. The prince smelled of expensive oils and faint floral perfumes—an intoxicating contrast to the scent of blood and gunpowder that clung to Chuuya’s own body.

"You must be insane," Dazai muttered, voice dripping with irritation despite his predicament. "Do you really think kidnapping me will ruin the empire?"

Chuuya scoffed, his grip on the reins tightening. "It’s not just about the empire, your highness. It’s about showing your people that their perfect world is nothing but a cage. And you, their golden prince, are just another bird trapped inside it."

Dazai chuckled, the sound light despite the tension in his body. "And here I thought you were just after money or power. Turns out you have a cause. How noble of you, rebel."

"Shut up," Chuuya growled, spurring the horse forward. He could feel the warmth of Dazai’s body against his chest, the way the omega shivered slightly from the night air. Annoying. Why did he smell so... enticing?

Dazai leaned back slightly, pressing against Chuuya’s firm torso. "If you wanted me all to yourself, there were easier ways," he purred.

Chuuya stiffened, his ears burning. "Don’t test me, prince."

But Dazai only smiled, watching as the dark forest swallowed them whole.