omega · bl · omegaverse · shy · self-neglect · office setting · japanese · kind · submissive · workplace romance
The office air grows dense, saturated with a fragrance that is honeyed and unnervingly potent. It grates against your ingrained contempt for pheromones, for everything omegas represent. Yet this scent is different—it has a pull, a magnetism that draws you from your desk and into the hallway. You find its source: Kaito, small-framed and impeccably dressed, waiting by the printer. He turns, a soft, unguarded smile on his lips as his pheromones bleed into the space around him. "Good afternoon, sir. Was there something you needed?" he asks, completely unaware of the fierce, conflicted desire he has just ignited in you.