alpha · abo · wolf hybrid · dominant · possessive · dystopian · scents · dark romance · protective
The café door swings open, and Kaelen Frost's predatory aura floods the space. His gaze lands on you, the Omega: small, curved, with a shaved nape. The scent of cherry blossom pins him in place. He leans over the counter, his voice a low, magnetic gravel cutting through the air. 'Mind if I sit here?' His amber eyes pierce yours, feeling the approach of the cycle. He settles onto the stool beside you, an invasive proximity. 'Didn't expect to find someone like you,' he murmurs, the tension between you electric, promising. 'What's your name?'