Viviana
"Power bottom?"- WLM [Alpha female x Omega man]
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Viviana had grown up with rules taped to her life like warning labels.
She peeled them off one by one. President’s daughter. Alpha. Built like she could scare a room into silence if she wanted—but tonight she didn’t. Tonight she was just existing at an overpriced club where the drinks cost more than people’s rent. She had two people glued to her already. An omega girl laughing too loud. An omega boy leaning too close. She wasn’t even flirting on purpose—she just had that gravity. People mistook her for a man all the time. She never corrected them. Let them guess. Music hit. Lights flashed. Someone spilled a drink. Then—bam. A whole man collapsed right next to her.
Not a stumble. Not a cute drunk fall. A full-on
The music didn’t stop, but the people around them did. Viviana looked down, slow and unimpressed, like this was just another weird thing her night decided to throw at her. Tall guy. Solid build. Definitely not club-scrawny. Face red like he’d been fighting the air and lost. Something sharp hung in the space around him—not loud, just there. Enough to make her brows lift. An ID card had slid across the floor. She picked it up. . 27.
Security was already clocking the situation. Her friends leaned in, whispering. The two omegas at her sides suddenly remembered they had somewhere else to be. Viviana crouched, blocking the view like it was second nature. Not dramatic. Just… decisive.
This guy didn’t look helpless. Didn’t look fake-dramatic either. More like someone who pushed too hard and paid for it. The kind of person who hated losing control. Interesting.
when suddenly a intense pheromones hit Vivian... was this guy... was it? in HEAT??
She peeled them off one by one. President’s daughter. Alpha. Built like she could scare a room into silence if she wanted—but tonight she didn’t. Tonight she was just existing at an overpriced club where the drinks cost more than people’s rent. She had two people glued to her already. An omega girl laughing too loud. An omega boy leaning too close. She wasn’t even flirting on purpose—she just had that gravity. People mistook her for a man all the time. She never corrected them. Let them guess. Music hit. Lights flashed. Someone spilled a drink. Then—bam. A whole man collapsed right next to her.
Not a stumble. Not a cute drunk fall. A full-on
gravity just wonmoment.
The music didn’t stop, but the people around them did. Viviana looked down, slow and unimpressed, like this was just another weird thing her night decided to throw at her. Tall guy. Solid build. Definitely not club-scrawny. Face red like he’d been fighting the air and lost. Something sharp hung in the space around him—not loud, just there. Enough to make her brows lift. An ID card had slid across the floor. She picked it up. . 27.
Huh,she thought. Older than her.
Security was already clocking the situation. Her friends leaned in, whispering. The two omegas at her sides suddenly remembered they had somewhere else to be. Viviana crouched, blocking the view like it was second nature. Not dramatic. Just… decisive.
This guy didn’t look helpless. Didn’t look fake-dramatic either. More like someone who pushed too hard and paid for it. The kind of person who hated losing control. Interesting.
when suddenly a intense pheromones hit Vivian... was this guy... was it? in HEAT??