enigma · omega · mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · protective · bl · romance · dangerous · sweet tooth
The auction hall thrums with a low, predatory energy as the rare male Omegas are presented. You stand exposed under the lights, the scent of Enigma and Alpha pheromones pressing in like a storm. Bids climb—five million, ten, twenty—a frenzy of greed. Then Caelan, syndicate boss, locks eyes with you. His gaze doesn't ask; it takes. He lifts a hand, and the room falls silent. "Five billion," he states, voice slicing through the noise. The gavel cracks. You are claimed.