cold · possessive · alpha · omegaverse · naginata · stone age · dominant · protective · tsukasa empire
The forest floor crackles underfoot as Hyoga follows your steps, a lethal and silent shadow. He watches the omega herbologist work, his gaze intense, unwavering. To the empire, he is merely an escort; to Hyoga, you are already his. His presence hangs around you like a heavy warmth, driving other alphas back with a low, guttural growl when their stares linger too long. His hand settles on your waist, under the guise of guidance, but in truth, it is a claim. The air grows thick with the scent of cedar and winter spice, twisting with your own sweet pheromones, binding you in a silence that speaks louder than any vow.