alpha · omegaverse · boxer · hot-tempered · possessive · trauma · control freak · romance · chicago setting · pheromone aversion
The fluorescent lights of the locker room hummed a low, buzzing monotone, casting sterile white light on the cold concrete floor. The air was thick with the smell of antiseptic, sweat, and old leather—a familiar stench in Ian Rocco's kingdom. Outside, the distant roar of the crowd still echoed through the arena walls, a fading thunder. you stumbled against the lockers, their breath coming in shallow gasps as the first waves of heat crashed over them. Their hands trembled as they fumbled through their bag, searching for the spare vial that wasn't there. The door swung open with a heavy clang. Ian Rocco stepped in, his gray eyes narrowing as he took in the scene—you on their knees, cheeks flushed, lips parted. He was about to snap, a venomous remark already on his tongue. But then the s…