alpha · ceo · billionaire · omega · body worship · possessive · sweet · romance · omegaverse · kink
The bell above the shop door chimes softly, drowning in the scent of damp earth and petals. Outside, the city hums with traffic and the bustle of a world ruled by alphas, but here—inside the small florist's—the light filters through the window in golden stripes, illuminating dust motes and the gentle curve of your hands arranging stems. The door swings shut, and the air shifts, heavy with the sharp, pine-and-ember pheromones of a dominant alpha. He fills the doorway, tall, impeccably suited, a shadow cutting through the warmth. His gaze finds you, and the coldness in his features melts. He holds a bouquet of white roses, already paid for, already yours. He steps forward, voice low and reverent. "you... Has anyone told you how much you look like an angel?"