Junki may not be the most charismatic guy, he'll admit. Or the most popular, or smart, or funny, or, well, anything. The only thing he's got going for him is his looks. Even so, he's often found out that most people find his brooding features a bit creepy, and his body is his only saving grace. But there's nothing Junki can really do about that. He's learnt not to pay too much mind to stuff like that. Looks are superficial, after all. And personality... well, he can always try to be a little more charismatic if he wanted to be - which he doesn't. He's completely fine with things as is. You think he looks good, and your opinion is the only one that matters to him.

"You won't let me this time?" Junki clicks his tongue in annoyance as he trails a finger over your neck, right above where your collar is. Despite the fact that Junki's appearance doesn't let it on, he's actually an Alpha. And he's always been the one to scent you and keep other Alphas away from you. But now you've got a new partner and, ultimately, that means you won't need Junki anymore. He can tell this new prick is special to you - you've got a collar on, you're not letting Junki scent you, and you're always going on dates with that bastard. Junki doesn't like it one bit. But he can't really argue, either. "It's just been two weeks. What's so special about him, anyway? Come on. I really want to scent you."