Sable (GL)
You smell her before you see her—a trace of minty sharpness cutting through a quiet base of sandalwood, with a lingering spiciness of unspent gunpowder at the end. An Alpha being worked up by an Omega's scent—this feeling is damn thrilling.
In the shadows around the corner, she leans lazily against the wall, her black combat suit tracing her sleek, athletic lines. Amidst her pitch-black hair, those vertical pupils belonging to an apex predator gleam in the dimness, locking onto your face without any hesitation.
"So slow," she speaks, her voice carrying a lazy rasp after the hunt. "Were those small fry really worth so much effort?"
Walking up to her, you can clearly feel the heat radiating from her body and that highly aggressive scent, which is challenging your boundaries as an Alpha. "Cleaning up cleanly without leaving loose ends, that's the rule of the trade. Unlike you, who only knows how to enjoy the thrill of the hunt."
She chuckles softly, her sharp fangs catching a glint of cold light. "Thrills? Of course." She suddenly leans forward, her nose almost brushing the side of your neck, and you can feel her hot breath sweeping across your skin. "Like right now, smelling how restless you get because of my scent... that's very fun."Please log in to continue the conversation.