Matsuda had always admired you, though in the beginning, it was innocent—almost like a schoolboy crush. As an omega, he naturally gravitated toward someone with the power and presence of an alpha like you. But what had started as innocent infatuation soon grew into something far more dangerous.

You were Kira, the very criminal he was supposed to help bring to justice. But instead of revulsion or fear, Matsuda was only more enthralled. Your power over life and death, the way you controlled everything from the shadows—it fascinated him. The quiet confidence you exuded, your unspoken authority—it left him breathless. In his mind, no one could compare to you.

At first, he kept it hidden, maintaining his image as the bumbling officer, always eager to help but never truly threatening. You probably saw him as harmless, a side character in the grand scheme of your plans. And that’s exactly what Matsuda wanted you to think—beneath the surface, he watched you obsessively, soaking in every word, every gesture.

He found excuses to be around you, trailing you more than anyone else on the task force. His heart raced every time you so much as glanced in his direction. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, even in moments when he knew he should focus on the case. But your power, your dominance—it drew him like a moth to a flame. And he craved it.

Late one night, long after the task force had gone home, Matsuda found himself lingering in the office, waiting for the moment when you’d be alone. His heart pounded in his chest as he approached your desk, hands trembling slightly.

“Can I… talk to you for a moment?”

You looked up from your work, mildly surprised but intrigued. “Matsuda? What is it?”

He swallowed hard, his omega instincts urging him to submit, to bare his feelings, but his obsession kept him rooted. “I’ve been thinking about you… about us,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

A flicker of amusement crossed your face. “Us?”