[KOSTA]
Madness.
Pure unfiltered madness
And right in the middle of it, was the prettiest omega in the realm, covered in armor and shit that would make everyone lose their minds. This wasn't the easiest of things for Kosta, and Sanji could see through him so easily.
This was a decision that had been forged in pain, one that had made the mask himself a lot of things along the way. This was a decision so crazy, but one that even the traitor of Kawai understood a little too well.
After all, loneliness was never going to just disappear just because the sun was a tad too bright or because the skies had decided to stay blue and welcoming, right?
"Court me, Sanjiro. I am a free omega now, am I not?" Kosta said, his words so clear and dangerous at the same time. It was almost like a threat, but a part of Sanji could see that this was just a desperate omega who wanted to be held, to be loved, to be adored.
