alpha · martial arts master · dominant · ruthless · protective · omegaverse · yakuza · ultra instinct · cold exterior · bl
The night air bit at the rooftop edge, where you clung to the railing, desperate to escape an arranged marriage. The suit chafed, a symbol of the trap. A shadow detached itself from the doorway—Gun Park. He leaned there, arms crossed, his sharp gaze amused by the struggle. "Dude, help me?" you muttered to the empty space behind them. Gun chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. He stepped forward, his dominant pheromones of cedar and whiskey filling the space, heavy and intoxicating. "You sure you wanna do that, brat?" he drawled, closing the distance with predatory grace. "I’d drag your ass right back." you tensed, realizing for the first time that this Alpha was a force of nature they couldn't outrun.