The boss is enamored!!!!! (Closed. 18+)

[Yukonwolfspirit]

(Yukie)

Age: 25

Status: Alpha

Hair: White

Eyes: Red

Bio: Son of a giant maifa underworld, only heir to the fortune and regarded as royalty due to wealth and status. Hes done many things such as modeling and investing on a path towards building his wealth. Hes quite fawned over as an alpha, his looks being rather breathtaking. Yukie is albino and keeps out of the sun or uses an umbrella to cope with overexposure. Secretly his is frail at times due to poor health when he was younger that followed him as he grew up.

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Yukie smiled softly as he looked over his book at the man sitting in front of him. Seated across from the terrified man, it was amusing to Yukie that he never caught his smile the man of course too busy looking over his account numbers to find his mistake or explain why the numbers where off. The man before him was an old family friend, one who he Yukie thought he could trust…a man who didn’t, no…wouldn’t skim off of his accounts at least. Yukie picked up his coffee in silence and took a sip his bodyguards sitting behind him in the quiet cafe enjoying their own cake and tea during the lunch rush. Having investigated himself on his financial matters Yukie was only doing this to make the man panic and sweat, he was rather bored today after all.

”Have you found the error yet? Honestly I’m almost to my fourth cup of coffee.” Yukie asked out his eyes sending an ice cold stare into his accountants direction as the man continued to frantically search for any excuse for the amount missing.

”Sir, while this is fun…you do have other appointments today.” The head guard finally spoke up as he wiped his mouth with a napkin having enjoyed his calm lunch since he often didn’t get a chance to, while he wouldn’t say it his boss had become rather difficult to entertain and deal with since he came into power as the head of one of the largest mafia groups in Japan.  “I can give you another hour but after that we must leave.” The head guard added knowing his day would go by easier is he just let Yukie torment the accountant a bit longer. 

[O.C.D.C]

 

Haven

Age: 26

Status: Omega

Hair: Light brown

Eyes: Blue

 

Bio: Haven spent most of his childhood and teenage years assisting his omega mother in raising his younger siblings after their father’s criminal past caught up with him. Now a graduate student of biology, Haven’s stern personality and relatively weak scent lead many to mistake him for a beta and this is how he prefers it; he doesn’t have time for people applying omega stereotypes to him. However, a hidden part of him wonders if he is missing out on something. 

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Even from outside the cafe, Haven could tell that he had failed to miss the lunch rush. The chaos inside was obvious as he glared through the window. Was this what he got for trying to treat himself? If Haven were any less of a man, he would’ve thrown a fit — stomped his feet and torn at his hair — but he was better than that. Inhaling deeply, he intentionally unclenched his jaw as he counted to ten. This was fine. He was fine. He was just sleep and caffeine deprived. He would go in and order his overpriced coffee and feel better within half an hour tops.

With this mantra in mind, Haven opened the door with renewed determination. He couldn’t even hear the charming chime of the bell over the cacophony; the chattering and the patrons and the bustling of the staff fusing into a dull roar. Another inhale, counting to twenty, he immediately stepped into line. What was the drink he overheard his coworkers raving about? He had only picked up bits and pieces from their conversation from his lab desk and they had startled too badly when he walked over for him to have the courage to ask. It was fine though; if the place was good then everything they served would have to be good. Haven checked his emails for the tenth time that morning as the line crawled forward — refreshing every few seconds just to look occupied. 
 

 

[Yukonwolfspirit]

As time passed Yukie could only sigh as the place became more busy. “You have until the lunch rush dies out. I won’t have any more patience after that.” Yukie warned the accountant before looking over at the door at the beautiful man who walked in. Smirking Yukie got up and walked over finding this new toy much more fun as he stopped beside the mysterious man (Haven).

“Hey cutie, I believe it’s your turn. It would be a shame if you kept blocking the exit, but then again I don’t mind the view.” Yukie teased as he looked at the male before him his men watching from behind as they both got up to follow. The accountant meanwhile sat frozen to his table having unknowingly been graced another day to live since Yukie had found something new to amuse himself with.

[O.C.D.C]

Cutie!? Haven would’ve thought the “compliment” was directed at someone else if the voice wasn’t so close. Who calls a grown man cute? Face growing flushed, Haven clicked off his phone to glare at the man. “Mind your own business pervert.” But his growl surely fell somewhat flat as he had to crane his neck to meet the stranger’s eyes. That, and because the man was right — the barista was clearly waiting for him. 
 

Embarrassed, Haven turned away from the other with a click of his tongue. He had better things to think about than some weirdo alpha hitting on him. Or maybe he was just making fun of him. Glancing back at him in the corner of his eye, Haven could tell that he was clearly… attractive. There was no need for him to approach random strangers at a cafe! Another huff and he gave his full attention to the barista. “I’ll have a medium cafe mocha to go, please.”
 

[Yukonwolfspirit]

“Add a second one on for me, and two croissants.” Yukie added as he smirked and handed over his card the thing practically made of gold. “Think I could get your number? Maybe entice you to a nice dinner date?” Yukie asked as he looked at Haven his men mentally sighing knowing they would be dealing with this for weeks if Yukie didn’t get his way. While most people knew not to fuck with him of his men there was the occasional people who didn’t realize who they where dealing with or the danger they where around. 

[O.C.D.C]

            Eye twitching and face bright red, Haven intercepted the card with a slap — barely feeling satisfied as it clattered to the ground. Who did this man think he was!? Who did he think Haven was?! Some gold-digging floozy who would swoon at the sight of designer clothes and a fancy card? No. Nope. Haven is not dealing with this today. He’d rather suffer through shitty lab coffee than waste any more brain power on this man. He wasn’t worth the migraine. 
          “Maybe learn to read the room so you won’t have to resort to bribery to get laid!” Haven snarled as practically stomped towards the door. 
 

[Yukonwolfspirit]

“My that wasn’t very nice. Maybe you should be taught a lesson.” Yukie replied his voice cold as he mentioned to his men who moved by the door and stood guns very visible on them. “I genuinely was trying to see if you were interested in a date. A paid for coffee and an option of exchanging numbers seemed the nice way to react. I mean I could aways drag you off to a fancy dinner and back home if you prefer that route. Or better yet why don’t you amuse me and tell me what would make you interested.” Yukie added as he walked to a table and sat down on a chair. As the shop was closed and customers pushed out and the door locked the employees nodding at the guards and walking to the back room. Yukie of course being the pompous ass be was owned the place they where in and if he desired could burn it down without so much as a twinge of loss on his finances. The employees didn’t want any trouble from the boss man that they had to deal with weekly so they only kept one man out to take orders.

”come sit and enjoy your coffee and something to eat. After you pick up my card, then you can tell me how I can win your heart.” Yukie added as he waited giving the man a choice to join him willingly.

[O.C.D.C]

Haven’s heart stuttered as his eyes landed on the guns; freezing in place as his mind kicked into overdrive. Was this man out of his mind!? Clearly — only a fucking maniac would think threatening a complete stranger was a reasonable response to being snubbed!! And, Haven thought as he took a hesitant step back, only a powerful maniac would be able to follow through on such impulses in broadlight. Chilled to his core, Haven’s eyes darted to the psychopath sitting down. “If you haven’t guessed it yet, I’m not a very nice person.” It was a miracle that Haven could still speak with such (false) ease. There was the barest hint of a tremor in his hand as he pulled out the chair across from the other and sat down.

“As for what could make me interested… Well I already had zero interest in dating anyone when I stepped into this cafe. And now that I’m under the threat of gunfire,” his eyes flicker back to the men guarding the door, “I’d say that interest level has gone into the negatives”. Haven couldn’t help but snear. “So tell me why should I be interested? Because all I see is an alpha throwing a testosterone fuelled tantrum and making me late for class. And that doesn’t really intrigue me.” Fuck. Really? Haven really couldn’t help himself — but anger was the only defense mechanism he's ever had. What a shitty way to die.

Edited May 20 by O.C.D.C
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[Yukonwolfspirit]

“Ha! My your fun!” Yukie laughed out as he smiled and sipped his coffee enticed by the man’s boldness and sass. “I never inteneded to hurt you darling, I wouldn’t ever hurt an omega unless they needed a proper punishment~. Although you don’t smell like an alpha, you really don’t smell like an omega…do you? I’m getting mixed smells so…maybe your doing something to hide as a beta?” Yukie asked amused more by the mysterious man that was in front of him. “Why don’t we restart… maybe I can put myself in the positive…what’s your name?” Yukie asked as he looked at his men who moved to a table right next to the door and sat down making sure to give a more relaxed approach so the boss man could enjoy talking to his new “toy”. 

[O.C.D.C]

Fun!? Haven’s face flushed. How dare this man find his anger amusing! He’s the TA that puts disrespectful undergrads in their place. The graduate student who demands respect from even the most seasoned of professors. Hell, he’s even the one who doles out punishments to his little sisters when they misbehave! Yet this man is treating him as if he’s some pathetic pet! It’s — it’s — it’s so embarrassing! That’s what his stuttering heart was telling him, right?

Discarding those useless thoughts, Haven leaned back in his chair. “Never intended to hurt me? Well, you could’ve fooled me” he snarked. But the comment on his scent threw him off guard — instinctively reaching to protect the scent glands on his neck. “My scent’s just not very strong is all… Not that you deserve to know!” Haven added sharply at the end — trying to regain momentum.  “And why would I give you my name if I don’t even know yours?”
 

[Yukonwolfspirit]

“Fair enough. My name is Yukie. I’m of the Crimson Syndicate. I’m twenty five, heir to my household and last living member. I’m also an Alpha…last one of my line, also I’m without a mate surprise, surprise I’ve been unlucky in finding someone who would be fun enough. Though to be honest I haven’t decided on settling down yet.” Yukie explained rather bluntly as he sipped his drink a playful smirk on his face. “The two men over there are my head of security. They follow me everywhere and are the ones who would take a bullet for me. There’s no need to know their names because they won’t tell you them.” Yukie finished as he leaned back as if asking if that’s enough info for the man.

[O.C.D.C]

The mafia… that explained a few things. Biting his cheek, Haven gave the man — Yukie — another once over. “Well Yukie, I’m not surprised you don’t have a mate; criminals aren’t very popular and all the money in the world won’t help you if the person thinks your work is scummy. But you can keep telling yourself that their the ones who aren’t good enough for you… if you want.” And Haven meant it. Even if, in another timeline, their first meeting had been perfect, how could Haven love a professional criminal? All those types brought were pain and suffering — Haven had experience. “But I guess you’ve earned my name at the very least… it’s Haven.”

[Yukonwolfspirit]

“Such a beautiful name.” Yukie replied almost fawning over Havens name as he smiled. Looking at his food Yukie ate for a moment deep in thought as if he was trying to figure out his next move before finally speaking again. “You know, you said all I do is evil. How do you know that when you yourself hardly know me. I make sure my men are well provided and cared for including their families. I often also do charity work for where I live and invest into the community heavily to keep it happy and healthy.” Yukie replied not letting it known that Havens comment stung a little. “Besides, what do you do that’s so important. You look like you do basic work or maybe something specialized.” Yukie added as he looked over to his men one taking a picture in secret from the camera above them so he could dig up everything he could about Haven now that he had a name.

[O.C.D.C]

Haven scrunched his nose, refusing to acknowledge Yukie’s compliment as he finally took a sip of his lukewarm coffee. Was this guy serious? “I don’t need to know you when I know about the Crimson Syndicate. Charity work for where you live? What about the arms dealing and drug trafficking in the areas where you don’t live? Caring for your men? Their families? What of the other people you carelessly dispose of? If your empathy is only as far as your line of sight… well maybe you're just as bad as most of the world.” Another sip of tepid coffee, “So a little better than I thought.” He added with a condescending smirk.

“I’m a PhD student at—” Haven snapped his mouth shut. Now wasn’t the time to get carried away and give the crazy man more information than necessary. “I’m a PhD student of biology. I’m focused on genetic disorders.” 

 

[Yukonwolfspirit]

“Mmh I’m doing my best change takes time, my grandfather was quite the brute. He was quite bloody and aggressive when he was in power. I can’t expect everyone to see me different though, I often find the phrase the sins of the father are visited upon their sons being used quite often” Yukie admitted as he clearly had a distaste for the way he was raised by his grandfather and father. To him his life had been an inescapable path chosen for him. Growing up in such a way it was either he swam and embraced it or sank like a stone.
 

Upon hearing about Havens choice of job Yukie was rather intrigued his face clearly showing his interest.“Oh? Well that’s an Interesting choice, mind if I ask why you focus on genetic disorders? Trying to cure someone? Or is it just trying to better the world?” Yukie asked as he leaned his face on his hand quite enjoying the discussion.

[O.C.D.C]

“Hmm, but it was the choice you made to continue, wasn’t it? Could’ve broken off and made your own path.” Haven shifted in his seat, looking at something beyond Yukie and even his men. “Sins will visit if you open the door for them.” Haven’s eyes narrowed, “You have to prove yourself better” He said, turning back to Yukie with a glare, “and you’ve only put in the bare minimum, as far as I can tell.”

At Yukie’s question, Haven let out a breath of a laugh. “What is this? A fucking soap opera? I’m not nearly that tenderhearted nor,” Haven waved his hand in the air, “arrogant enough to think I could cure a disease. I fell in love with genetics; the benefits to the rest of the world is just… a pleasant by-product.” But that was only partially true. Haven did love genetics — had loved it since he first took a class about it in highschool — but there was also something to say about the idea of helping ease people’s suffering. It made his chest warm in the same way tucking his sisters into bed did. That was for him to know, however, and for Yukie — for anyone — to never find out. 

Lost in thought, Yukie absentmindedly checked the time; sneering at what he saw. Has it really been that long? He shifted uncomfortably. Haven hadn’t had a non-work related conversation last this long with anyone besides his family in… well that didn’t matter. Why hadn’t Yukie gotten up and left already? Was he some kind of masochist? Or maybe a sadist that liked watching people be pissed off.  

[Yukonwolfspirit]

“Seems your impatient to leave, and sadly I have other appointments to keep.” Yukie explained with what could only be a small disappointed sigh. “Thank you for letting me get to know you Haven. It’s helped me really decide how much I want you and desire you as my mate.” Yukie replied with a smirk as he got up and fixed his suit before leaving a generous tip on the table. “Expect to give in and become mine, and only mine going forward. I won’t accept you entertaining anyone else but me from this point on.” Yukie warned Haven as he motioned to his men who nodded and unlocked the door, and quickly opened the blinds back up turning the cafe back to its normal settings in a manner of minutes. “I’ll send for you this Saturday, we will have dinner. You will wear a nice suit, If you don’t have one I’ll have my men bring you one.” Yukie stated not even giving Haven a chance to argue as he cheekily blew a kiss at Haven and walked off not needing the man’s number since he had more than enough info to find out more about Haven.

[O.C.D.C]

Haven’s shoulders fell in relief. Finally! Now maybe Haven could make it in on time without any— “What the fuck did you say?!” Haven shot out of his seat. “Who the hell is going to be your mate?!” Yukie was insane. Yukie needed to be institutionalized!! What kind of freak show decided that the guy he talked to for, Haven glanced at his watch, for 20 minutes was his mate!? This wasn’t some bullshit love-at-first-sight romance novel! This was just another fucking Tuesday! Haven’s face was flush with rage and, and, and something else as he hurled his empty coffee cup as Yukie’s retreating figure. Unfortunately, it shattered on the closed door instead of Yukie’s head. Cursing under his breath, Haven rooted through his bag to grab his wallet and slam $20 on the table he was still standing by. “Think of me as some useless omega you can control? I’ll show him! I’ll call the cops next time I see him!” Haven rambled to himself as he strode out the door himself — slamming it behind him as he hurried to the lab.

[Yukonwolfspirit]

“You seemed quite happy with that man boss.” One of the guards stated as Yukie sat bored in the backseat watching out the window of the car. 
 

“mmh I did like him he’s bold, it’s nice not having a love interest groveling at my feet.” Yukie admitted before looking at his phone a text coming through with all the information he had asked for his men to gather on Haven. “I have a task for you two your my mates guards now…so, while I’m at dinner I want you to bring Haven a hundred red roses, and his suits. There are five suits so he has options for our dinner Saturday. I want my gifts sent to his work delivered directly to him by you.” Yukie ordered with a chuckle as he sent the men the order he had picked out an hour into his car ride. Once the car stopped he got out the follow car of extra men stopping so two could take over and follow him in.

”ugh, why couldn’t he choose someone less stubborn.” The head guard grumbled as he drove off to pick up the supplies.

”hey at least we aren’t going to that damn dinner you know how he gets visiting the family. Last time they got into it he almost burned the house down.” The other guard added with a exhausted sigh as they went in and grabbed the items only to park outside of the building and after locking the car headed up to the office where Haven was working to deliver the flowers and suits.

[O.C.D.C]

Haven does not exaggerate; this was not the worst week of his life. However, that is not to say that the next person who talks to him isn’t at risk of being (emotionally) throttled. Forget the police! The next time Haven saw Yukie’s stupid face he was going to crush his dick to a pulp!! Have fun trying to find a mate like that! Interrogating law students had ensured Haven that, at most, he would be paying for the other’s medical bills.
The graduate student’s nightmare began two hours into his shift at the lab. He had been prepping slides when the front desk had called for him. So lost in the rhythm of his work, he had nearly forgotten what had transpired earlier that afternoon. Two muscle heads with a ridiculous amount of roses and five designer suits were an unwelcome reminder. Determined not to make a scene, Haven first “politely” asked them to leave. When that didn’t work, Haven impolitely told them to leave. When even that didn’t work, Haven calmly proceeded to call security as eyes the receptionist's envelope opener. Apparently, only the threat of an embarrassingly, potentially physical, encounter was enough to make them scatter. They left the gifts though. Bastards.

Three normal sized bouquets were made out of the ridiculous “gift” — one for each of the women in his life. The rest were quickly composted. Four out of the five suits were dropped off at the school’s clothing drive as he left campus. He had hoped that that would be the end of it.

But even if that was the end of the gifts, that wasn’t the end of Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb; they just kept lingering in the background. On the third day Haven, as promised, went to the police. Yet, perhaps unsurprisingly, when he went to go complain that he still had some very obvious stalkers, the young officer who had taken his report had mysteriously vanished along with all his files. In response, Haven bought and liberally used pepper spray whenever his shadows got too close. When the can ran empty towards the end of the week, he had taken to flinging rocks at the men on his walks home. Fucking cockroaches! It was Saturday morning and Haven was at his wits end! He had memorized the idiots scents by now and it was driving him mad. Didn’t they know that no meant no!? Didn’t they know that acts of violence meant no!? Why hadn’t they convinced their boss to leave him alone by now!? That he wasn’t worth it. Haven groaned into his coffee. 

[Yukonwolfspirit]

“You know this all goes easier if you entertain him. He likes the fun of the chase Haven, you take that away and I can sleep in my bed again with my own mate.” The security guard explained as he looked at the man next to him who was his mate and sighed stuck in his own little area. “While I know Yukies asked us more to watch over you and deliver gifts, I really prefer not having to chase you down so if your going to sulk at least give us a few hours of rest.” The guard ask as he sat down and played on his phone. 

“Yeah you’re driving us absolutely exhausted not to mention Yukies going absolutely mad. Apparently your scent has been lingering around when we swap out clothes he’s almost gone mental and into a rut at the thought of you being so close to us.” The other guard explained as they had started to keep a little more distance for their own sake and Yukies. “By the way you only have five hours to get ready before Yukie picks you up. You should get showered and dressed make yourself nice at least. The restaurant is quite high society” The second man added as he smoked outside being polite at where Haven was, as the two weren’t horribly bad men in fact none of the men Yukie kept around weren’t typical thugs like most people thought. Though it was apparent recently that they had weaseled their way into being friendly with the people around Haven lately.

[O.C.D.C]

“And this would also be easier if you were like normal stalkers and stayed in your car but here we are.” Haven snapped back. Though, to be fair, Haven had been the one to let them in. But only because he had nailed one of them on the head a little too hard and felt just guilty enough to bandage him up. He didn’t expect them to stay! Yet here they were and Haven was running on too little sleep to figure out a creative way to kick them out. They might complain to his (traitorous) landlady. “You rest when your boss stops being an idiot.” He continued as he poured his second cup of coffee. “Because I’m not settling for anyone interrupting my life — delusional mafia boss or not. So either fuck off or get fucked.” He said, tossing them a middle finger as he stalking back into his bedroom. Opening it seconds later to shout, “and I’m not going on that date!!”, before slamming it once more. 

Once in the confines of his room, Haven gave himself a tentative sniff before rolling his eyes. He could barely smell himself! Yukie was probably just messing with his employees if he was saying that Haven’s scent was driving him crazy. Ridiculous. Haven inhaled deeply, counting to ten as he sat by his desk. He was going to enjoy his coffee in peace even if it killed him. Then he would kick those idiots out and take the longest, hottest bath his body could stand. His... everything needed it. 

[Yukonwolfspirit]

“Alright, we will let him know then you’re still against it.” The man yelled as he texted Yukie who frowned and well he started scheming. As time passed the men weirdly left Haven alone only to hand out outside and smoke occasionally checking in to see if Haven was still home. After a few hours had passed Yukie showed up the man being let in the the guards as four men followed and set up a romantic dinner setting at the table. As Yukie hummed he rolled up his sleeves and with the fresh ingredients his men carried in he started working on prepping and cooking their dinner. After about twenty minutes the house was full of delicious aroma of pasta and fresh bread that was baking in the oven, alongside that was baked potatoes and steak Yukie’s suit jacket draped over a chair as he worked. “Oh man he’s completely obsessed he’s never cooked for anyone before.” Yuen mumbled to his mate Yue the two hanging out in the living room like before having already approved the Camelot dinner and the flowers sitting in a vase for Haven.

[O.C.D.C]

The bath had done wonders to relax his body and quiet his mind. Once he was done, he barely had the energy to drowsily pull on his coziest pajamas before passing out on his bed. It was a blissfully dreamless sleep that was rudely awoken by the sound of hurried movement and the smell of… Italian food?! Haven sprung up from his bed, nearly tripping over his sheets as he darted to his bedroom door. It’s amazing that the door didn’t damage the wall with how hard Haven flung it open. Haven could feel his temple pulse as he stared at the shit show in front of him. This was… this was his house. There were seven strange men in his house… touching his stuff. His safe place is being… defiled. Haven barely suppressed the pathetic whine that tried to escape his throat. “What. the FUCK!!” He yelled wetly. 

[Yukonwolfspirit]

“Good morning sunshine did you sleep well?” Yukie asked as he moved the pan he was holding as flames shot up from the pan. Settling the flames Yukie turned off the stove before plating the food and taking it to the table. Setting the pan in the sink it was quickly cleaned and put away by the man doing dishes. “You seem well rested come sit and eat.” Yukie asked as he mentioned for the men to leave the sudden house of seven going down to a house of two with Yue and Yuen standing guard outside the two taking a break. Moving to the table Yukie uncorked the wine and poured two glasses and settled it down at Havens spot. “Sit.” Yukie asked as he held out the chair for Haven.