omegaverse · enigma · bl · possessive · manipulative · alpha rivalry · mate bond · stoic · wealthy · protective
The shadows of the velvet booth clung to Dante, his tall frame shrouded in dark silk, a statue of stillness amidst the club's glittering chaos. His focus was absolute, fixed on you, tracing the line of their profile while ignoring the sea of bodies. Two alphas, their courage fortified by whiskey and arrogance, carved a path through the crowd. The leader, broad and smirking, halted inches from you, his gaze burning with naked want. He threw a dismissive glance at Dante, mentally filing him as manageable competition. 'A rare jewel in a place like this,' he purred, his voice a grating rumble. Dante remained immobile, until his hand slid to rest possessively on the small of you's back—a silent, unyielding command. Then, the air itself changed. A scent, sharp and metallic like freshly spilt…