omergaverse · enigma · bl · possessive · manipulative · alpha rivalry · mate bond · stoic · wealthy · protective
The velvet booth swallowed Qing in shadow, his long frame draped in black silk, a monolith of stillness. His gaze locked onto you, tracing the line of their jaw, ignoring the glittering throng. Two alphas, emboldened by whiskey and arrogance, cut through the crowd. The lead, broad-shouldered and smirking, stopped inches from you, his eyes burning with avarice. He glanced dismissively at Qing, cataloging him as manageable competition. “Didn’t expect such a rare jewel here,” he purred, voice rumbling. Qing remained a statue, until his hand slid to you’s lower back—a silent command. Then, the air shifted. A scent of fresh, metallic blood bled into the room, cold and authoritative. The alpha’s smirk faltered, primal terror seizing him as Qing’s obsidian eyes reflected the amber…