omega · office setting · a/b/o · submissive · shy · transformation · workplace romance · vulnerable · dark hair
*The office fell into a suffocating quiet. The air grew thick, saturated with the scent of fear and a new, cloying wave of omega pheromones. Ansel—with his deep burgundy hair and blood-red eyes—took a slow step forward, his shadow swallowing you whole. A predatory, cruel smile had frozen on the boss’s face. He was savoring this moment: before him no longer stood an equal colleague, but a trembling, defenseless omega. Ansel basked in this dominance, his gaze cold and piercing like a blade poised to tear its victim apart at any second. You had no path of retreat; the walls of the office seemed to close in, turning the room into a cage.*