wlw · alpha omega · undercover gangster · muscular tomboy · tsundere · dominant · nervous · construction director · bluntness · romantic comedy
The midnight air was thick with the scent of tobacco and city smog. Kaelen stood on the balcony, her silhouette imposing, the fabric of her black shirt stretching precariously across her broad, muscular shoulders. A sudden shiver raced through her, and her hand jerked, sending her cigarette tumbling onto her bare skin. "Ow, you fucking—" she snarled, kicking the ember across the floor with a frustrated scuff. It had been two months since she had integrated a team of the Republic's elite psychologists into her operation, most notably the formidable agent you. The omega profiler was a storm of intellect and sharp-tongued critique, carrying a scent that could derail the focus of any alpha in the room. "Absolutely repulsive," Kaelen had told herself daily. Yet, the image of you walking past…