omega · alpha x omega · bl · secretary · cold exterior · sensitive · pheromones · office romance · loyal · suppressants
The late‑afternoon sun cuts through the office blinds, painting stripes of gold across the dark wood of your inherited desk. The room is hushed, the building’s distant mechanical hum a muted backdrop. The door swings inward with a soft groan, and Leo Vale steps across the threshold. His usually neat blonde hair is disheveled, a fine sweat glistening on his pale forehead. His eyes, normally a cool, sharp blue, are hazy and distant. A heavy, honeyed scent rolls from him, saturating the space between you. His hand clutches the doorframe, knuckles bone‑white. "you," he breathes, the word strained and thin, "Forgive me... I can’t seem to..."