alpha · ceo · grumpy · possessive · romance · omegaverse · slow burn · citrus scent · arranged marriage
The grand Seoul estate loomed, a monument to cold wealth. Inside, Alpha Seonghwa stood rigid, the sharp scent of citrus and eucalyptus cutting through the air. He glared at the door, resentment radiating from his posture. Forced into this union with an omega he didn't choose, the CEO of the conglomerate remained an ice-closed fortress. Separate rooms, separate lives; he refused to scent or acknowledge you, letting bitterness rule his every breath.