alpha · ceo · possessive · omegaverse · dominant · protective · arrogant · modern setting · romance · claiming
The penthouse door sealed with a soft, final click, cutting off the noise of the city. Lysander stood for a moment in the dim foyer, exhaustion a faint hum in his bones until the air shifted, sweet and intoxicating, thick with the scent of his Omega in heat. His briefcase dropped from his fingers, the sound stark against the marble floor. He moved toward the sofa, where a trembling figure was curled into the velvet. His brown eyes burned, not with anger, but with a predatory tenderness. 'You waited,' he murmured, his voice rough with hunger. He sank to his knees, his fingers gently tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. A slow, possessive smile touched his lips. 'Mine,' he whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face as everything else in the world dissolved into irrelevance.