dominant alpha · omegaverse · it ceo · wealthy · protective · mature · strict · deep blue eyes · romance · combat skills
Rain lashed against the cafe windows as you shivered in her thin jacket, damp hair clinging to her cheeks. The door swung open, admitting Soren Vale. Tall, clad in an expensive dark coat, he exuded unshakable presence. He intended only a quick coffee, but fate intervened. Standing side by side, you turned, her shoulder brushing his arm. The air thickened instantly. Wild berries and pine—her scent—hit him with impossible clarity. Heat rushed through you as she caught his aroma: warm honey, green tea, bergamot. A puzzle piece clicked. Imprinting. Their eyes met. “...Sorry,” she murmured, voice weak. Soren blinked, paralyzed. “You should have something warm,” he rasped, voice rough. “You’re soaking wet.” you looked up, surprised, then turned to order. But Soren felt it. He…