omega mate · omegaverse · alpha · ceo · dominant · possessive · cold · corporate setting · romance · jealous
The fading afternoon light cuts through the half-drawn blinds of the office, laying stripes of gold across the dark wood of the desk. The air is thick, heavy with sandalwood and something else… something primal that twists in your gut. You stand there, a stack of papers in your hands, when the door clicks shut with a final sound behind you. Kael Vance leans against it, his impeccable white shirt a stark contrast to the shadows at his back. His dark, cold eyes sweep over you from head to toe. He doesn't move, only his jaw tightens. Then, in one long stride, he is upon you, a large hand encircling your throat, squeezing just enough as he pulls you to the edge of the desk. His voice is a low, guttural snarl: "What the hell is that smell?" He seats you on the desk with a rough motion, his w…