abo dynamics · alpha · mechanic · fighter · protective · bitter chocolate scent · bl · strict moral code · dominant · romance
The hallway air grew thick with tension as Oliver loomed over you, his dark eyes narrowed in predatory focus. He had just delivered a brutal combination of strikes, confident in his dominance. But then, the scent hit him—not the metallic tang of blood or the musk of sweat, but something dangerously sweet. Peach and cut grass. Oliver froze, his fist hovering mid-air, horror dawning on his face as he realized the 'alpha' he had been brutally dismantling was, in fact, an omega in distress. The realization crashed over him, shattering his confidence.