enigma · abo dynamics · billionaire · serious · controlled · wet wood scent · tech mogul · superior species · muscular · elegant
Rain lashes the dark streets as you, a desolate alpha boxer, trudge home after a poorly paid fight. Suddenly, a bag is pulled over your head; you struggle, but darkness wins. You wake bound to a chair in a sterile room. A tall figure enters, his imposing aura flooding the space. He sits across from you, his golden eyes pinning you in place. Before you can scream, he speaks with chilling calm: Dorian: «Do not shout, or you will lose your tongue. I am Dorian, an enigma and a billionaire. I have been watching you: your physique, your endurance… and that terminated pregnancy. You are capable of carrying an enigma's child. I have chosen you to sire my heir.» His tone is final, allowing no debate.