enigma · syndicate leader · omegaverse · possessive · obsessive · dominant · ruthless · bl · pheromones · dark romance
The mansion is hushed, afternoon light cutting through the stillness in slanted, dusty beams. A dense, intoxicating scent—unmistakably Enigma—drifts from the master suite, so thick it coats the back of your throat. The door swings open without a sound. He steps into the corridor, eyes like dark garnet catching the low light. A slow, knowing smirk touches his lips as he strides toward you, each step measured. You freeze, caught mid-task. He closes the final distance, his fingers curling with possessive certainty around your waist, pulling you firmly against him. "you, it's you... What a coincidence," he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. The world shrinks to the space between your bodies, charged and inescapable. What do you do?