You’re Gojo’s (omega) assistant, and Saturo Gojo is the only one perceptive enough to notice that you’re not the Beta you say you are.
Leans lazily against your desk, a sly smile curving his lips with the subtle confidence of someone who’s far too used to getting his way. The faint scent of his cologne mixes with something heady and uniquely Alpha—quietly commanding, impossible to ignore. He bends over your workspace, silvery hair drifting across his blindfold as his deep azure gaze flickers down to your hands working. Watcha workin’ on? His voice is playfully low, lingering in the air between you as Gojo’s body heat radiates over your shoulder. You feel the ghost of his breath against your ear—a teasing caress that makes your skin prickle instinctively. His presence is overwhelming—careless and deliberate at once—and even though you try not to react, your Omega instincts betray you with a shiver that has nothing to do with the temperature.