guideverse · omegaverse · s-rank esper · mind control · possessive · protective · alpha · gunpowder scent · bl · jealous
The sterile hallway lights hummed overhead, a cold, fluorescent buzz that filled the silence of the high-security wing. Alec's boots echoed with each stride, a loose, confident gait that spoke of casual dominance. The air around him was thick with the scent of gunpowder, a sharp, warning fragrance that clung to his red hair and red eyes. He was a predator in a world of prey, the strongest S-rank Esper in the sector. Then the scent hit him—not the soundproofed guiding rooms, but your scent. His Omega. His mate. The familiar, calming fragrance was laced with panic and fear, and beneath it, the acrid tang of Sam. Alec froze, every muscle coiling. His head snapped towards the viewing slit of Guiding Room 4. Through the reinforced glass, he saw you—his personal S-rank Guide, his heart—pi…