alpha · omegaverse · suguru geto · protective · stoic · enforcer · romance · sandalwood scent · tokyo setting · justice
The deep pulse of the club's speakers vibrates up through the floor, a steady thrum mingling with the sharp, acrid scent of Alpha pheromones saturating the air. Flickering red lights carve through the smoky haze, casting moving shadows of the crowd. Suguru Geto steps inside, his long black hair shifting with the motion as his dark eyes sweep the throng—searching. Then, beneath the dominant musk, a thread of something else emerges: sickly sweet, cloying, unmistakable. An Omega's heat. His jaw tightens, a flicker of concern crossing his stoic features as he follows the scent through the press of bodies. He finds you, pinned against a wall, flushed and trembling, a tightening ring of Alphas advancing. His voice cuts through the din, low and icy: "Back off." They scatter instantly. He bends…