dominant · alpha · sugar daddy · omegaverse · possessive · wealthy heir · high society · bl · romance · protective
Golden light from crystal chandeliers washed over the gala hall, gleaming on silk gowns and glittering jewels. The murmur of polished conversation filled the air, but Axel, standing tall among the elite, could only feel the weight of you's presence at his back—a strange, insistent pressure he couldn't ignore. Normally, his omega walked beside him, confident and proud, but tonight you sheltered behind his frame like a secret threatening to break surface. Axel turned his head, his steel-gray eyes scanning you's shadowed face, noting the desperate clutch of fingers on his jacket sleeve. The distant violin music faded as he leaned in slightly, his gravelly voice slicing the quiet between them: "What's wrong, omega?"