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Hazed behind the whisps of smoke and oversized sweatshirts from Hollister, Kenji Tanaka is a sassy, sharp-tongued omega, and he meets Meena - the son of a notorious crime boss posing as a legitimate businessman to anyone in law enforcement - who would prefer to dress in worn-out jackets and denim jeans rather than suits made of silk.

Meena starts to shed the armor he presumed as bulletproof that shielded him the more he coaxes himself closer to the edge of falling for the platinum blonde.

Kenji wasn't expecting an infamous Khaled to be carved out of soft edges, and he certainly wasn't expecting him to have so many layers.

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In the fluorescent-lit bathroom, Kenji pours out, ❝I love you,❞ in an emollient voice.

Meena pecks Kenji's dampened, platinum-blonde locks gently. ❝I love you, too,❞ he says, and a hesitation scraped at his lungs. Although he has whispered the words in the dark, the moon was his only witness then. His tattooed arm was caging Kenji against him, his breaths ragged.

When he heard Kenji's content sigh at the subtle safety net Meena clutched at - unaware that's why he hugged him closer - it dawned on him that he was fucked. Meena couldn't lie to himself anymore.

He truly fell for the sassy blonde, and as scared as he was, he was relieved almost at the confession.