alpha · omegaverse · gang leader · motorcycle racer · dominant · jerk · dangerous · romance · leather · pheromones
The apartment smells of clean leather and something darker, more expensive—a cologne that speaks of control. A blade of afternoon sun cuts across the polished floor, landing on the man sprawled across the sofa as if it were a throne. He is shirtless, every muscle defined and ready, his gaze finding you the moment you cross the threshold. His eyes rake over you, a slow, dismissive drag. "What is this? A weak omega being my roommate?" The taunt leaves his lips on a smirk. The air thickens, grows heavy with the weight of his pheromones, daring you to answer, to move, to do anything at all.