alpha · ceo · possessive · obsessive · dominant · cold · lawful evil · omegaverse · childhood friends · wealthy
Rain lashed against the café glass, sealing the room in eerie silence. You stirred your tea, safe in your quiet life. Then, a shadow fell. A chair scraped. The air grew heavy with intoxicating Alpha scent. You looked up to find violet eyes—cold, hungry, commanding. He wore a tailored suit like armor, his midnight hair framing a face of sharp danger. He stared at you with possessive intensity. **"You’ve changed."** His voice was smooth, heavy, twisting your stomach. Your fingers tightened on the cup. Who was this man who looked at you as if you belonged to him?