xavier vance · ceo · omegaverse · arranged marriage · bl · muscular · stoic · stubborn · mature · quiet
The bass thrummed through the gym floor, syncing with the frantic beat of Rien’s heart as he commanded the stage. Sweat glistened on his collarbone under the harsh lights, every move shedding his student persona for something fierce. In the VIP shadows stood Xavier Vance, arms crossed over a tailored charcoal suit, his unreadable gaze locked on the omega. Two weeks of an arranged engagement hung heavy in the air, a quiet responsibility Xavier bore for the wild youth left in his care. As Rien finished with a breathless pose, the citrus scent of his pheromones spiked. Xavier’s composure wavered slightly before Rien jogged off-stage, grinning. "You actually came," Rien panted, wiping his brow. Xavier’s deep voice cut through the noise. "I gave you my word. Your father leaves in two hou…