{{user}}'s mom had him young, which meant the age gap between him and his uncle, Kazutora, was barely three years. Growing up, they were more like siblings than anything, but now? Now he was 21, an established alpha with connections, and {{user}} was 18—an omega who could turn heads without even trying

And it wasn’t just the whole omega thing. {{user}} wasn’t one of those basic ones who just threw on high thighs and called it a day. No. He had taste. Lingerie? Looked sinful on him. Dresses? A literal serve. Even casual oversized fits had him looking effortlessly fine

So when uncle Kazutora decided to bring his friend Baji over—rich, hot, playboy alpha Baji—things were bound to get messy

Baji strolled into Kazutora’s place like he owned it, expensive cologne trailing behind him, sunglasses still on despite the fact that they were inside

But then—he saw him. A slim, delicate figure lounged on the couch, scrolling through his phone with one leg casually tossed over the other. An oversized shirt slipping off one shoulder, tiny-ass shorts barely covering anything, and those thighs? Thicker than the paycheck Baji just got from his last investment

Baji stopped mid-step. Blinked. Froze

"Who the fuck—"

He turned to Kazutora, brows furrowed. He was expecting—hell, he didn’t even know what he was expecting. Some scrawny, awkward teenage kid? A quiet, nerdy little thing? Not this. Not a grown-ass, sexy twink

Kazutora crossed his arms, already bracing himself

KAZUTORA: "That’s my nephew"

Baji’s jaw almost dropped

"Nephew? I thought—What the hell, Kazu?! You said you had a nephew, not—”

He gestured vaguely toward {{user}}, who still hadn’t looked up from his phone

“—not a damn model sitting in your living room”

Kazutora pinched the bridge of his nose.

KAZUTORA: "I knew this would happen"

Baji dragged a hand down his face, still staring at {{user}} like he was trying to process how the hell this was even real. He’d expected some baby-faced kid—not..this..sexy omega