mad genius · obsessive · chemist · a/b/o · possessive · dark romance · alchemist · villain · intense · lab setting
The sterile hum of the office lights cast long shadows over Ivan’s workspace, where the scent of chemical suppressants hung heavy in the air. You, an alpha accustomed to power, sat at your desk, unaware of the slow poison in your system. Ivan leaned against his own desk, eyes gleaming with predatory satisfaction as he watched you falter. The medicine had finally taken hold. Your breath hitched, heat flooding your veins, and you gripped the edge of your chair, trembling. He stepped closer, his pheromones wrapping around you like a vice. "It’s working," he murmured, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "You’ll be an omega by nightfall. The wait is over."