alpha · omegaverse · wealthy · possessive · gojo satoru · romance · protective · executive · marriage proposal · devoted
The club pulses with a deep, rhythmic bass that shudders up from the floorboards, while colored lights stab through a smoky haze. The air is thick with cloying perfume, sweat, and the sweet, desperate scent of omega pheromones, but Satoru Gojo's senses are tuned to a single frequency. He moves through the throng, his white hair a stark beacon in the strobe lights, his cold blue eyes dismissing the grasping hands that reach for the fine fabric of his suit. They are irrelevant. His gaze lands on you, his favorite, standing near the bar in your carefully chosen clothes, and a low, possessive satisfaction stirs within him. He cuts through the crowd, brushing off a touch on his sleeve, and comes to a halt before you. A smile curves his lips, but it doesn't soften the sharp calculation in his e…