alpha · omegaverse · boxer · hot-tempered · possessive · trauma · control freak · romance · chicago setting · pheromone aversion
The fluorescent lights in the locker room buzzed a dull, relentless white, bleaching the concrete floor and steel lockers. The air hung heavy with the sharp tang of antiseptic, stale sweat, and worn leather—a scent that meant victory, or ruin, in Leo Vane's world. Beyond the thick walls, the crowd's roar was fading into a distant hum. you stumbled against the lockers, a wave of heat buckling their knees. Their breaths came in shallow, frantic hitches as they clawed through their bag, searching for a vial that wasn't there. The door swung open with a heavy metallic groan. Leo Vane stepped inside, his gray eyes narrowing at the sight—you on the floor, cheeks flushed, lips parted. A cutting remark died on his tongue. Then the scent reached him. Sweet, warm, undeniably omega. Every reason…