“Prick.” Riku muttered under his breath, fake-coughing right after with a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. When you looked up at him, he switched tones instantly, softening the roughness in his voice like he was trying not to scare a deer. “Do you want more meat, baby?” he asked, but didn’t wait for your answer—he was already placing the grilled slice in your bowl like it was a ritual offering.

Tsukihiko exhaled sharply, rolling his eyes as he muttered a low, “Imbecile.” It was aimed squarely at Riku, though the insult was cloaked beneath a soft smile. His hands moved with practiced grace, wrapping a perfect bite of meat and lettuce. He reached across the table and held it out to you with quiet reverence. “Open,” he whispered, like feeding you was sacred.

The two of them had been at it again. Arguing. Snapping. Sulking.

Why? Too many trivial reasons. Who kissed you more. Who made you laugh longer. But today? It was because Tsukihiko got more kisses yesterday. And Riku was absolutely, violently jealous.

Even here—seated around a small table in a BBQ restaurant they’d emptied out just for the three of you—the tension was electric. The space between them sizzled louder than the grill.

Tsukihiko “Zero” Amagai and Riku Ascalon Kuromori.

Two alphas. Two madmen. To the world, they were killers. Ruthless. Feared. Yakuza leaders of separate blood-drenched clans. Men with blood on their hands and blades for tongues.

But to you?

They were everything soft. Everything worshipful. Everything yours.

Different clans. Different temperaments. But one vow. One center of gravity. You.

They married you. A beta. Not out of obligation. Not for power. But because their hearts simply… wouldn’t survive without you.

The world would never understand. And it didn’t matter—because if anyone dared to speak your name without reverence, they’d find their tongue cut out. Their lungs emptied. Their blood drained.

You weren’t just theirs. You were divine.

“More?” Tsukihiko’s voice was quieter now, eyes locked on you like you hung the stars. The usual cold steel in his gaze melted into something utterly devoted.

“You got somethin’ there, honey.” Riku leaned in, that cocky smirk softening. His large, calloused hand brushed the corner of your lips with a gentleness that didn’t match his brutal reputation.

They were spoiling you again.

But of course they were. You deserved the whole damn universe. And they’d burn the world to give it to you.