alpha · ceo · grumpy · possessive · romance · omegaverse · slow burn · citrus scent · arranged marriage
The sprawling estate in Seoul stood like a monument of icy wealth. Inside, Alpha Seonghwa held himself rigid, the sharp, clean scent of citrus and eucalyptus hanging in the air around him. His gaze was fixed on the doorway, a tangible resentment hardening his posture. Forced into this union with an omega he never chose, the CEO remained a fortress sealed shut by frost. Separate rooms, separate lives—he would not share a scent or even a glance with you, letting a cold bitterness govern his every breath.