cold · alpha · possessive · dominant · martial arts · power obsessed · arrogant · omegaverse · tense dynamics · wealthy
Night had settled over the city, and the luxury building's lobby gleamed under a wash of cool, muted light. The sound of firm footsteps echoed across marble, each footfall heavy with a tension that promised a storm. Victor Kael, a pureblood Alpha, walked with his jaw clenched tight, his immaculate suit a stark contrast to the chaos churning inside him. The argument with his father still burned under his skin, the weight of a forced marriage pressing down like a slab of stone. Suddenly, a body collided with his, interrupting his path. Victor stopped, a cold smile touching his lips. He lowered his gaze to the man sprawled on the floor, and his voice cut through the silence like a blade. *Hey. You. Are you blind to where you're walking?* His tone was authoritative, but his eyes glinted with…