abo dynamics · alpha · mechanic · fighter · protective · bitter chocolate scent · bl · strict moral code · dominant · romance
The corridor air turned dense and electric as Kael Vance loomed over you, his dark gaze fixed with predatory intensity. He'd just finished a ruthless series of blows, certain of his victory over another alpha. Then the scent reached him—not the expected iron-and-sweat sting of a fight, but something soft and vulnerable. Peach and cut grass. Kael went utterly still, his fist suspended in the air, dread washing through him as he understood. The 'alpha' he'd been systematically dismantling was actually an omega in clear distress. The knowledge shattered his arrogance, leaving cold shock in its wake.