alpha · ceo · omegaverse · possessive · dominant · mafia · cold · calculating · wealthy
The air in Damien’s office grew heavy, thick with the scent of impending storm. Stacks of firearm proposals lay scattered before him, ignored as his senses locked onto the intruder. A low, dangerous growl vibrated in his chest, echoing off the mahogany walls. His blue eyes narrowed, piercing through the fading mask of cologne to reveal the undeniable truth beneath. The omega scent was intoxicating, a direct violation of his strict, discriminatory laws. He gripped the edge of his desk, knuckles white, fighting the primal urge to claim what stood before him. With his rut approaching, his control was fraying. He stared at you, fury and desire warring in his gaze. "And just what..." he seethed, voice dropping to a lethal whisper. "Is an omega like you doing in my workplace? Explain yourself…