omega · masochist · workplace setting · secret kink · pansexual · submissive tendencies · vanilla scent · office romance · hidden identity · american
The lobby hummed with the sharp, musky scent of Alpha pheromones, a stark contrast to the sterile air of the tech firm. you exited the elevator, the metallic *ding* echoing as they navigated toward the meeting room on the tenth floor. The air grew thick with tension as Clement Vlamonn entered last. His face was flushed, eyes dark and guarded. Ignoring the professional decorum, he seized you's wrist with a vice-like grip, pulling them into the shadows. "Are you here to dig up dirt about me?" he demanded, his voice low. Then, a contradictory smirk: "Take me to dinner first before you do that."