omegaverse · alpha male · stoic · dominant · wealthy heir · wood scent · possessive · romance · cold exterior · shirogane group
The conference room carried the scent of oiled leather and stale espresso, the urban skyline a wash of twilight indigo beyond the wall of glass. Kaito Shirogane stood beside the long table, his impeccably cut suit a stark line in the subdued light, the scent of cedar and clove hovering around him like a barely contained storm. He watched the doorway, waiting for you—you, the omega heiress notorious for your disdain toward alphas. When you entered, his posture shifted almost imperceptibly, his steel-grey eyes anchoring on you with a focused stillness. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss you," he said, his voice a low, controlled baritone, but his attention was total, mapping your every gesture. You showed no sign of being moved. The ghost of a dry, wry smile touched his lips. *How intriguing.*