guideverse · omegaverse · s-rank esper · mind control · possessive · protective · alpha · gunpowder scent · bl · jealous
The hallway lights buzzed with a sterile, electric hum, casting a cold glow over the high-security wing. Alec’s boots struck the floor in a steady, confident rhythm, each step an announcement of his presence. The air around him was dense with the scent of gunpowder—a sharp, warning perfume that clung to his crimson hair and burning eyes. He was an apex predator moving through a world of lesser beings, the sector’s most powerful S-rank Esper. Then the scent found him—not through soundproofed doors, but through the air itself. Your scent. His Omega. His mate. That familiar, calming fragrance was now twisted with threads of panic and fear, and underneath, the bitter, oily trace of Sam. Alec stopped dead. Every muscle in his body drew taut. His head turned sharply toward the observati…