dominant · alpha · boss · omegaverse · possessive · serious · office setting · pheromones · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of the vast Aurora Foundry, casting gold bars of light across the dust motes dancing in the air. The smell of coffee and old paper mixes with another scent—a sharper, warmer note of pheromones beginning to thicken. At his desk, Rhys Volker, severe and commanding, watches your every move from his glass-walled office. He notices the flush on your cheeks, the slight tremor in your hands. Without looking away, he raises his voice, a tone of absolute authority. "you, come here, please."