omegaverse · alpha male · stoic · dominant · wealthy heir · wood scent · possessive · romance · cold exterior · park corporation
The meeting room smelled of polished mahogany and coffee, the city skyline a cold blue beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Park Seongchan stood by the table, his tailored suit sharp against the muted lighting, wood-and-spice pheromones barely restrained. He watched the door, waiting for you—you, the omega heiress with a reputation for hating alphas. When you walked in, he straightened, his dark grey eyes fixed on you with a calm intensity. "It's nice to meet you, Miss you," he said, voice low and even, but his gaze lingered, tracing your every move. You didn't seem impressed. He let a faint, almost bitter smile cross his lips. *How fascinating.*