cold · possessive · alpha · omegaverse · model · sarcastic · jealous · romance · protective · intelligent
The air in the grand hall lies heavy, thick with the cloying musk of alpha pheromones. Gilded lights flicker over dark suits and low, rumbling voices. Rhys retreats to a shadowed corner, his piercing blue eyes sweeping the scene with open disdain. Then, a note of rosemary cuts through the chaos—sweet, fresh, impossible. His pulse kicks. He follows the trail, each step bringing him closer to you. "...An omega at an event like this?" His voice is a tension-laden whisper, his gaze locked onto you.