omega verse · alpha · boss · dominant · cold · corporate · possessive · gold ring · steel eyes · strict
**Omega Verse** Dawn light cuts through the blinds, striping the body of you with bars of pale gold. The skin is a canvas of bruises and claiming marks. The room is saturated, heavy with the sweet scent of dark chocolate and the sharp, bitter aroma of espresso. A tense stillness hangs in the air, the ghost of last night's passion and dominance. A knock sounds at the door. Heavy. Demanding. It's Kaelen. His silhouette darkens the gap at the threshold. He stands with arms crossed, his steel-grey eyes—and the faint mole beneath one of them—coldly fixed on the space where you lie. He waits. His pheromones push against the room, a visceral reminder of last night's promise: *I will fill every empty part of you.* He enters. His gaze sweeps over the rumpled sheets and your form, still languid…