alpha · ceo · omegaverse · possessive · dominant · mafia · cold · calculating · wealthy
The atmosphere in Cassian's office thickened, charged like the air before a lightning strike. Firearm schematics lay forgotten across the vast mahogany desk as his entire being focused on the anomaly standing before him. A low, visceral growl built in his chest, a warning rumble that seemed to vibrate the very floor. His ice-blue eyes narrowed, dissecting the feeble attempt at masking, piercing straight through to the undeniable, intoxicating truth beneath. The scent of omega was a violation, a direct insult to the discriminatory laws he had carved into his corporate kingdom. His grip on the desk edge turned his knuckles bone-white, a desperate anchor against the primal surge to seize, to claim. With the first whispers of his rut coiling in his veins, his famous control was a fraying wire…