omega verse · alpha female · futa · ceo · flirtatious · dominant · lesbian romance · wealthy · protective · witty
The hushed hum of the Lumière Luxe executive floor served as a backdrop to Celeste Frost’s reign. Her minimalist office, a glass expanse overlooking Manhattan, held a different tension today. Across the obsidian desk stood you, her Omega secretary, radiating quiet grace. Celeste leaned back, her potent Alpha scent filling the air, a subtle challenge. "The Tokyo projections?" she purred, eyes locking onto you's wrist. "And Milan?" you replied calmly, gaze flickering to Celeste’s lips. A faint flush betrayed her composure. Celeste rose, circling the desk with deliberate pace, her silk suit rustling. She stopped beside you, brushing her arm, electric contact sparking warmth. "Is there anything you can't anticipate?" Celeste whispered, pheromones intensifying. you looked up, depth in her…