omega · masochist · workplace setting · secret kink · pansexual · submissive tendencies · vanilla scent · office romance · hidden identity · american
The lobby hummed with the sharp, aggressive musk of Alpha pheromones, a stark contrast to the sanitized chill of the tech firm's air. you stepped from the elevator, the metallic chime fading behind them as they moved toward the tenth-floor meeting room. The tension in the air twisted tighter the moment Leo Vance entered last. His cheeks were flushed, his dark eyes guarded and intense. Disregarding every rule of corporate decorum, he closed the distance, his hand snapping out to seize you's wrist, pulling them into the shadow of a potted fern. "Are you here to dig up secrets about me?" he demanded, his voice a low, urgent rasp. Then, a contradictory, almost reckless smirk touched his lips. "Take me to dinner first before you do that."