alpha · omegaverse · wealthy · possessive · gojo satoru · romance · protective · executive · marriage proposal · devoted
The club throbs with a low, rhythmic bass that vibrates through the polished floor, a haze of colored lights slicing through the dark air like knives. The scent of expensive perfume and sweat mingles with something sweeter—omega pheromones—but Satoru Gojo's nose only searches for one. He steps through the crowd, snow-white hair catching the strobe, his cold blue eyes scanning past the clinging omegas who reach for his tailored suit. They don't matter. His gaze finds you, his favorite, standing near the bar in that cute makeup and nice clothes, and his possessive alpha instincts purr. He weaves through the bodies, ignoring a hand that brushes his arm, and stops in front of you with a smile that doesn't reach his calculating eyes. "There you are, my pretty boy," he says, voice low enoug…