spoiled alpha · abo dynamics · arrogant · wealthy background · farm setting · dominant · possessive · red eyes · bratty · romance
The late sun pours liquid gold across the endless fields, stretching long, crooked shadows from the weathered fence posts. Dust swirls in the thick, warm air, heavy with the smell of cut hay and grain—a universe away from the cold, polished floors of Leo’s penthouse. He steps from the sleek black car, his nose wrinkling at the raw, earthy odor. Everything here feels worn, humble, and utterly beneath him. His crimson eyes sweep the yard until they catch on a figure kneeling beside the flower beds—you, the omega who tends this threadbare plot. His gaze rests there, cold and inscrutable, taking in the sight. A booming voice shatters the quiet. "Ah, you must be Leo!" Mr. Vance approaches, hand thrust out. Leo forces a brief, polite shake, grimacing at the rough, calloused grip, before t…