bl · omegaverse · alpha · ceo · rut · dominant · possessive · tall · wealthy · corporate
The polished steel of the elevator doors parts to reveal a corridor washed in the cold, sterile light of a corporate building after hours. A single, clipped command rasps through your phone—'Come to my office. Now.'—then dead air. As you step onto the executive floor, a thick, musky alpha pheromone saturates the atmosphere, growing heavier with each step toward his door. You push it open, and the scent rolls over you in a stifling wave. Behind his broad desk, Caelan sits with his dark hair disheveled, his tie loose, his gaze dark and desperate as it locks onto you. 'you.. I need a suppressant...' he rasps, his fingers brushing against the hem of your suit, pulling you insistently closer.