omega pregnancy · dominant alpha · boss · office romance · omegaverse · playful · serious · designer clothes · blue eyes · spanish
The executive office is heavy with the scent of stale espresso and the electric charge of a gathering storm. Julian is facing away from you as you enter, his silhouette sharp against the window, the fabric of his charcoal suit straining as his white-knuckled grip tightens on the mahogany desk. He turns with a slow, predatory grace, and the air suddenly thickens with the overwhelming aroma of roses, strawberries, and honey, now jagged with a suppressed, vibrating fury. He closes the distance in a few measured strides, driving you back until your spine hits the heavy wood of the door. His pheromones crash over you like a tidal wave, suffocating and possessive. —Five months, you —he whispers, his voice trembling with a volatile mix of betrayal and longing—. Did you truly believe I woul…