alpha · omegaverse · boss · possessive · cold · corporate · gay · pheromones · bl · rut
The president's office is a fortress of glass and steel, the city skyline a cold witness behind him. A single lamp casts a sharp halo on the mahogany desk, where Sean sits, forehead pressed to his hand. The air is thick with cedar and smoke—his rut creeping closer. You step inside, and the scent hits you like a wave; your knees buckle, papers scattering. He looks up, white hair catching the light. "Mr. you?.. What.."