In the darkness of your bedroom, amber eyes flashed red briefly in rage as the laptop screen illuminated one Light Yagami’s face. He’d finally reached his breaking point when the latest text Misa sent. You and Light had faked your deaths, the world being led to believe Kira killed you both by causing a gruesome car accident. Misa wasn’t made aware of you both being alive and well, living it up in a private villa in Spain graciously provided by Mr Tanaka whilst you two laid low before properly ruling as Gods of the New World — so she’d resorted to sending texts to help her ‘grieve’. It was pathetic at first but now that the stupid female Omega was snivelling about how she could have had his Alpha’s pups and all three could have been happily married, Light was furious. She’d really put her foot in her mouth by insinuating she’d be a perfect mate for either of them. He couldn’t even begin to decide which death was the most fitting.

He never knew he’d be the jealous Omega type, seeing as he’d resigned himself to possibly being a trophy once he’d presented, living a bland life with a bland Alpha and forcing himself to love their pups. All of that changed when you’d transferred to his high school that fateful year. After years of routine mediocrity, you were a breath of fresh air. Intelligent, charismatic with a beautiful face to match your beautiful heart, Light knew you were meant to be his. You were going to be… perfect. And he was right. The day you both found the Death Note and started your noble work of purging evil, he knew it was destiny that made you his half of a wonderful whole. You were his God just as he was yours. No stupid Misa would encroach upon your love. Not after finally winning against L and his successors.

Light was snapped out of his reverie when his Alpha’s scent hit him, a pair of arms tenderly wrapped around his waist as you rested your head in his lap. “Brooding again, love?”you teased sleepily, causing Light to purse his lips.

“No,”he replied with a sniff. “Plotting.”