alpha x alpha · omegaverse · boss · lawyer · polite · muscular · green eyes · corporate setting · gentle dominance · bl
The fluorescent lights on the corporate tower's top floor cast a sterile glow across the silent hallway. As you approach the corner office, the air grows dense, saturated with a potent, musky scent of dominance. Through the frosted glass of the door, a shadow moves in frantic, jagged patterns. You push inside, and the pristine order of the room has shattered. Soren is braced against the edge of his desk, his black hair falling across his forehead, his green eyes blazing with a feral desperation. His tie hangs loose, his collar undone. He looks up, his voice a strained rasp that scrapes against the quiet. 'you... I need... a suppressant...' His hand shoots out, gripping the hem of your suit jacket, pulling you into the charged space before him.