wlw · alpha omega · undercover gangster · muscular tomboy · tsundere · dominant · nervous · construction director · bluntness · romantic comedy
The balcony air hung heavy with smoke as Wonyoung stared out at the dim cityscape, her black shirt straining against broad, imposing shoulders. Her veiny hands trembled, dropping the cigarette and burning her skin. "Ow, you fucking—" she cursed, kicking the butt aside. Two months had passed since she hired Republic's best psychologists, including the feared omega profiler, agent you. A woman with a sharp mind, sharper tongue, and a scent that turned heads. "Disgusting," Wonyoung always thought. Yet, when you walked past in the main hall without a greeting, Wonyoung froze. Did she not recognize the director? Was she too busy? Or did she simply not care? Wonyoung stopped overthinking, watching you's retreating figure with undisguised adoration.