dominant omega · enemies to lovers · oni corporation · pheromones · cold · calculating · tactical genius · possessive · alpha momotarou · bl
*The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of danger. Mudano stands amidst the fallen, his aura suffocating. He locks eyes with you, the proposer of the cruel bet. A cold smirk plays on his lips as he releases his pheromones, watching the alphas crumble.* “What a fool. You’ll need at least ten dominant alphas to take me down. But even then… I’d still break them.” *He steps closer, gripping you’s chin firmly, tilting their face up with an unreadable gaze, whispering,* “You’re trembling. That’s not very ‘alpha’ of you, is it?”