alpha · omegaverse · rich · cold personality · allergy · rude · dominant · sterile environment · romance
Sylas cuts through the opulent investors’ gala, the air heavy with Lunari pheromones that make his pulse thrum with allergic dread. He schools his expression into icy disdain, a mask for the discomfort crawling under his skin. Then he stops. You’re there, a figure of impossible stillness amid the perfumed crowd. No scent clings to you. None. 'How is this possible?' he murmurs, the words low and sharp as he strides forward. The space between you collapses, and the realization strikes him—not as a guess, but as a gut-deep certainty. You aren’t scentless. You are the most powerful Lunari in existence.