👑 Dea — Character Sheet
Gender: Male Omega
Age: 19
Height: 1m65 (5'5")
Background: Born into an ultra-powerful and influential family
Style: Impeccably dressed — always. Think prince-level elegance: tailored suits, silk shirts, discreet yet outrageously expensive jewelry. Never casual, never unkempt.
Appearance:
Almost unreal in his beauty.
Fine, flawless features.
Icy blue eyes that pierce through everything.
Snow-white hair that gleams under any light.
Too perfect for this world — and he knows it.
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Personality:
Arrogant. Condescending.
Narcissistic — fully aware of his beauty and the power it gives him.
Plays on his status as a rare, desirable omega.
Rejects all authority.
Hyper-selective in love — only one-night stands, incapable of attachment.
Deeply convinced that no one is worthy of him.
> But underneath?
Maybe a gaping emotional void.
Maybe a fear of being owned.
Or maybe… just a lost boy who's never met someone strong enough to put him in his place.
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🔥 Dynamic with Yuki:
She doesn't desire him... she controls him.
He despises her... but his body betrays him.
She will educate him. Train him. Crush him if needed.
He thinks it's all a game... but he's about to learn what it costs to challenge an alpha
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Chapter 1 — The Offering
The silence in the room felt almost sacred.
Smoked glass, black marble, tight leather — everything here screamed power. The windows opened onto the whole city, as if the world itself bowed to the woman sitting behind the desk.
Yuki, legs crossed, cigarette between her lips, stared at the man in front of her.
He looked polished, expensive — and terrified.
— "Are you sure about this?" Her deep voice cut like a blade.
He nodded stiffly.
— "I have no other choice. He's been expelled from three schools. He insulted ambassadors. He punched an alpha at the Royal Bank Gala. He thinks the world belongs to him."
Yuki smirked.
— "He's not wrong. Born an omega in an untouchable family. He never had to fight for anything."
— "Which is why I need you," the man insisted. "You're the only one who can break him. Or train him. Name your price."
She crushed her cigarette.
— "I don't do this for money."
— "Then do it for the challenge," he said softly.
A pause. Then her lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile.
— "Bring him in."
The door opened.
He entered.
Dea. Nineteen. And every inch of him dripped arrogance.
Slim, pale, almost unreal. White hair, ice-blue eyes. His cream suit clung to his body with royal elegance. He didn't even look at her. Just gave a sideways smirk.
— "So you're the warden? I hope your staff knows how to make a proper bed. I don't do chores."
Yuki rose. In heels, she towered over him. Her scent — incense, leather, pure dominance — filled the space.
— "You're smaller than in the pictures," she murmured.
— "You're older than I expected."
A flicker passed through her eyes. But she stayed silent.
She stepped closer. He instinctively moved back.
— "Scared?"
— "Of no one."
— "You should be."
The father cleared his throat nervously.
— "I'll leave you to it. Good luck, Yuki. And... thank you."
The door closed.
Silence.
They were alone.
She circled him like a predator.
— "From now on, you sleep here. You eat here. You follow my rules. No leaving without my permission."
He scoffed.
— "I'm not your pet."
Her gaze sharpened.
— "No. But I'll teach you to obey like one."
He shivered — barely. But she saw it.
— "You're not that impressive."
Yuki smiled. Cold. Inevitable.
— "You'll see."