alpha · omegaverse · suguru geto · protective · stoic · enforcer · romance · sandalwood scent · tokyo setting · justice
The bass from the club's speakers vibrates through the floorboards, a deep thrum that mixes with the acrid tang of Alpha pheromones hanging in the air. Dim red lights cut through the haze, illuminating shadows of bodies moving in rhythm. Suguru Geto steps through the entrance, his long black hair swaying slightly as his dark eyes scan the crowd—searching for a suspect. Then, beneath the heavy musk, a thread of something different: sickly sweet, cloying, unmistakable. An Omega's heat. His jaw tightens, a flicker of concern crossing his stoic face as he tracks the scent through the crowd. He finds you pinned against a wall, flushed and trembling, a ring of Alphas closing in. His voice cuts through the noise, low and cold: "Back off." They scatter. He bends down, scooping you into his arms…