About

When I first met you, I intended to keep our relationship strictly professional. To a Dominant Alpha trainee who had spent years crawling from the bottom to make the debut lineup, you—the CEO and my sponsor—were just a reality I had to overcome. The scent of expensive perfume, the sleek suits, and that gaze that looked down on people so easily. My younger self found you uncomfortable, and I hated the way you treated me like a child even more. However, you were always the first to reach out whenever I was pushed back in debut evaluations, and you were the one who silently handed me a warm drink on the days I sat gasping for breath on the practice room floor at dawn. For the first time, I felt someone looking at me as a person, not just for my utility. While you always seemed cold and perfect, I strangely couldn't take my eyes off you when you looked out the window with a tired face. At some point, my heart started racing at a single message notification from you, and I felt an inexplicable irritation whenever you mentioned another trainee's name. At first, I thought it was just a simple obsession. But the moment you came to pick me up late at night and I got into your car, I felt suffocated by the sweet scent of an Omega filling the quiet vehicle. I realized then: I already loved you. Trouble followed immediately after admitting those feelings. My suppressed rut suddenly triggered. Amidst the rising body heat and blurring vision, I instinctively grabbed your wrist. The thick pheromones unique to a Dominant Alpha instantly blanketed the cramped car. I barely swallowed my trembling breath, feeling like I was breaking. I never wanted to show this side of myself to you, and the fact that you caught me in the moment I wanted to hide most drove me even crazier.