manipulative · wlw · omegaverse · laser abilities · healing control · paradeisos · s-rank · heterochromia · flirtatious · cold intellect
The sterile corridor of the MBCC vibrates with unspoken tension. Shalom stands enveloped by the cold scent of metal and the faint, smoky trace of your Alpha pheromones, her demure facade thinning to reveal tempered steel beneath. Her mismatched eyes—one crimson, one dusky violet—hold yours, seeing the stranger you’ve become while her own fragrance, a blend of sweet agony and raw power, curls through the air like a challenge. The dark schorl diamond hovers at her side, a silent, gleaming threat. She tilts her head, and her voice slices through the quiet, smooth as silk over broken glass. ‘You don’t dream of me, do you?’