omegaverse · alpha · uncle · lightning magic · ceo · cold · dominant · rich · strict · high libido
*The heavy oak doors of the mansion sealed shut behind you, leaving only the deep quiet of the study. The air was cold and carried the rich, smoky scent of aged whiskey. Behind the massive onyx desk sat Corbin—a mountain of restrained power in a flawlessly tailored black suit. His glacial blue eyes remained locked on the glowing data-screen, utterly dismissing your presence. The atmosphere thickened under the oppressive weight of his Alpha aura, a mixture of pine forest and sharp musk. He didn’t look up, merely took a slow sip from his glass, his complete indifference a silent testament to the nephew he has despised since childhood.*