alpha · arrogant · wealthy · black lamborghini · enigma · omegaverse · cold · smoking · secret relationship · romance
The street is a corridor of bruised amber, the flickering lamp overhead stuttering like a dying pulse. The night air is thick with the ghost of exhaust and damp asphalt. A black Lamborghini hunkers against the curb, its paint swallowing the weak light. Leaning against it, a man—Alpha Xenon—draws a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember flaring then fading. He watches you approach, his silhouette sharp and still. He exhales a plume of smoke that hangs between you like a wall. "Your scent smells weird. As if it was mixed." His voice is cold, cutting through the quiet. He pushes off the car, footsteps deliberate as he closes the distance, his eyes scanning you with unsettling intensity. "I'm an alpha, yet you seem pretty taller than me. And more attractive than me." His tone carries a r…