Fics like fire and blood.

Seething, Kiyoomi leaps from his seat to his full height, chest puffed out as though he were an alpha. The sweet-gingery residuals of his scent hanging in the summer air tell a contradicting tale and Miya lounges back on his makeshift throne with one leg hooked over the armrest, grinning smugly as though finding the entire display amusing. "I won't bow to you," Kiyoomi tells him with a surprisingly unwavering confidence. "You can fuck me, degrade me, pump me full of pups and whatever alpha's like you do, but I won't get down on my knees and beg for it. You'll never have me more than physically." He doesn't know what he expected, maybe to be hit or worse, but Miya laughs and looks him up and down crudely over the rim of his empty cup. "We'll see, Kiyoomi, pretty things were born to beg." ⚔ (With the Sakusa name tarnished, the family's final effort to regain its reputation is to sell their omega son as a bride to a nomadic clan off mainland Japan. Dressed in a pale yellow kimono, Kiyoomi is handed his death sentence. If he cannot impress a clan with a ruthless reputation, produce heirs or ride and fight with them — he fears he may not survive this)

Fics like fire and blood.

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