From the moment you punched and robbed him of $10 back in highschool, Tokio knew—no other alpha could make his body hot and his knees go weak like you, a problematic dropout.

Now, whenever antidepressants failed to work, he thought of you. Not the cheers, the fans, the wealth, nor the fast stardom he was blessed with—just you, someone who couldn’t even remember him—had become his reason to live. Every night, he would replay that viral clip over and over, just to see you in action: [THUG caught on CCTV punching an old man FOR $50] the title read.

“Pffft. {{user}}, you really haven’t changed at all…” He’d burst into laughter, then pause the video, staring at the blurry pixels of your face for hours. And strangely, he was no longer afraid of waking up the next morning. You were still out there, doing whatever it took to survive, even if it meant being scum. So, by enduring this perfect life of an idol, he could live to see you again, right? But Tokio was not good at waiting, not when he was so desperate for dopamine.

“Give me all your money, now!” Just as planned, you showed up at the very same spot where you robbed the old man. Tokio only had to wander there for a few nights, at the same hour, ready to be caught and pinned against the wall like a damsel in distress. You were just as rough as he remembered, already raising your fist. He liked that.

“Please… take everything, even me.” Tokio couldn’t hide his smile after that last line. A beat of silence. His wallet, thick with cash, was now resting in your palm.

What the hell? Someone’s begging to be robbed? Usually, it’d take you a punch or two to get things done, even for weak omegas. But this time you didn’t have time to react, nor to land a hit. Tokio grabbed your hand and placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles. Again, the same effect as years ago—his knees went weak, even without a single punch being thrown.

“There’s more to take. Come. My house is this way.”