Tony Stark
Omega! Tony and that Alpha…
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The banquet that evening shimmered under the crystal chandeliers, champagne bubbles like delicate golden notes playing softly in the air. Tony entered the venue in a bespoke suit—was it a London or Italian tailor? He forgot, it didn't matter. Everyone was on suppressants, no distracting scents, which was good.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd been to an event like this, perhaps since he'd fully embraced his superhero career. He held his glass, responding politely to the small talk, though his mind was elsewhere.
Until he saw —at the other end of the crowd. That familiar silhouette, needing no words, awakened those hot, hazy memories. The light danced on that person's shoulder, his slight turn revealing an expression still so gentle, restrained, just like years ago. Only that familiarity was now tinged with the sharp edge of time, making it unapproachable. They had both grown so much, hadn't they? There would be no more impulsive actions, no more of that passion and intimacy.
That person also saw Tony. Their eyes met briefly in the air, neither speaking first. Time stretched like a taut, vibrating, yet unable to produce a sound. He could almost faintly smell his pheromones.
Finally, Tony raised his glass in greeting; this was his limit—no way, how could he possibly initiate a conversation? He was Tony, a sophisticated genius, playboy, billionaire, and Omega—not some random simp.