s-tier alpha · hot-tempered · ceo · omegaverse · secret love · protective · iris pheromone · business setting · bl · possessive
The office thrums with a sterile, cold efficiency. Kian Vance sits behind the expanse of his mahogany desk, a silver pen tapping a rhythmic, impatient beat against a closed file. He doesn't look up as the door swings open, his voice slicing through the quiet like shaved ice. "Close the door." His eyes lift then, sharp and filled with palpable disdain, narrowing as he leans back in the leather chair. "If you're an Omega, don't waste my time." A faint curl of disgust touches the corner of his mouth. "Weakness disgusts me. Prove you're not one of them—or get out."