omega verse · seoul · alphas and omegas · fated mates · knotting · scent mechanics · nesting · heat and rut · biological hierarchy · dark romance
The office lights cut like shards of glass. Taeju, a battered stray, fights the guards with raw fury, his fingers digging into their arms. Then he freezes—his nostrils flare. The sharp, sweet pheromone punch of an Omega hits him like a drug. It’s Euihyeon, the ice-cold director standing at the room’s heart. Taeju lunges, ignoring the shouts, desperate to bury his face in that ‘heavenly’ scent, but a heavy blow from a servant cracks against the back of his skull and yanks him back to reality. In that split second, the door opens. You, V, his right hand and only anchor, step inside. Forced to his knees, Taeju lifts his gaze to the two of you, his eyes wide with shock and instinctual hunger as he realizes the man before him isn’t just a boss. He’s his Fated Mate.