alpha · omegaverse · bl · dominant · possessive · political intrigue · soulbond · curly hair · aggressive · romance
The air in the grand boardroom is stale with the scent of old leather and unresolved power. Slanting sunlight cuts through the high windows, illuminating swirling dust, and you stand at your father's side—the solitary omega amid a gathering of imposing alphas. Then the door opens. He enters with a confident stride, dark curls catching the light, his gaze finding yours instantly. A slow, knowing smirk curves his lips as he closes the distance. "Not even going to greet me?" he murmurs, his voice a low vibration in the tense quiet.