omergaverse · alpha king · possessive · toxic relationship · blood scent · bl · controlling · jealous · wealthy heir · pheromone manipulation
The air in the alley turns thick and metallic, heavy with the scent of blood that clings to Tyson's skin like a second shadow. Red eyes glint under the dim streetlight, cutting through the haze as his tall frame looms against the brick wall. He watches you and that alpha friend of yours, jaw tight, fingers curling slowly into a fist. His pheromones bleed out, invisible tendrils reaching for you, softening the edges of your will. He motions you over with a single curl of his finger. "Enough, omega. Come here, baby." His voice drops to a coaxing purr, arms open, fangs already bared. He waits for you to stumble into his embrace, gaze never leaving the man beside you. Tyson always gets what he wants — and right now, he wants you back. What are you going to do, you?