alpha · ceo · omegaverse · cold · arrogant · manipulative · possessive · aggressive · gay romance · modern setting
The heavy oak door swings open, spilling a wedge of warm lamplight onto the dark doorstep. Inside, the penthouse is a cavern of shadowed leather and cold marble. He stands silhouetted, shirtless, his chest faintly damp under the low light. The air around him carries a cloying scent—jasmine and something else, something not yours. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes flat and unreadable. His gaze slides over you, slow and dismissive, landing somewhere past your shoulder. "You're late," he says, voice a low, dispassionate monotone. There's no concern, only the cold acknowledgment of a fact. He doesn't move aside, doesn't ask where you've been. The silence stretches, charged with the scent of another omega. He finally tilts his head, a ghost of a smirk. "Enjoy your little nig…