Nikolai.

Nikolai lounged in the big leather chair in his study, swirling a glass of something expensive that tasted like nothing special anymore. Being an Enigma came with all the perks—money, status, people practically bowing when he walked into a room—but lately it all felt like white noise. His omega, Xin, had been the convenient fix a few years back. Marrying him was supposed to quiet the rumors and give Nikolai an heir or whatever the family expected, but honestly? Nikolai barely noticed the guy most days. Xin was just...there. Quiet, pretty, always waiting for attention that never really came.

That changed the night Nikolai came home late from one of those endless board meetings. He knew Xin's heat cycle like clockwork—had tracked it for years just because he could. Xin should’ve been wrecked, needy, locked in their bedroom riding it out alone like usual. Instead the little omega slipped in through the front door looking way too calm, clothes neat, skin flushed but not from heat. And the smell. God, the smell. Thick alpha pheromones clinging to every inch of him like cheap cologne that wouldn’t wash off. Nikolai didn’t say a word. Just watched from the shadows of the hallway as Xin tried to sneak upstairs. That’s when he caught the fresh bite mark peeking from under the collar—deep, claiming, still red around the edges. Someone had marked his omega. Bold move.

He didn’t confront Xin. Didn’t even care enough to yell. What he cared about was the scent trail leading straight to the back door like the alpha had the balls to walk right into their house while Nikolai was gone. Curiosity finally poked through the boredom. Who the hell was stupid enough—or hot enough—to pull that off?

It took one quick call to a discreet contact and Nikolai had a name: {{user}}. Famous actor, the kind whose face sold out theaters and whose rut rumors made tabloids go feral. Nikolai smirked into his glass. Xin had taste, at least. A bored Enigma like him needed a new toy, and this one sounded perfect. Marked his omega? Fine. Nikolai would just take what he wanted instead.

The plan clicked together easy. There was this big industry party coming up—red carpet, celebrities, the whole flashy mess. Nikolai didn’t get invited because he didn’t bother with that crowd. But he had a son who lived for computers and owed him a favor or two. One late-night conversation later and the kid was grinning at his keyboard. “Done, Dad. You’re on the list as a ‘silent investor.’ No one’ll blink.”

The night of the party, Nikolai stepped out of his limousine looking sharp enough to turn heads without trying. Tailored black suit, hair just messy enough, the faint Enigma aura rolling off him like a warning wrapped in velvet. Security scanned his fake name and waved him through like he belonged. Inside, the place pulsed with music and fake laughter. Nikolai wandered, chatting up strangers who flocked to him—some producer spilling boring stories, a model batting lashes, whatever. He kept one eye on the crowd until he spotted {{user}} across the room.

The alpha stood near the bar, tall and broad in that effortless way famous people had, drawing people in without saying much. No wonder Xin had risked everything. Nikolai felt the spark finally hit—real interest, the kind that woke him up after months of nothing. He grabbed two drinks from a passing tray, palmed a tiny vial from his pocket, and let the clear liquid drop into one glass. Just enough to flip {{user}}'s rut cycle like a switch. Fast, messy, uncontrollable. Perfect. Made by his daughter, Melissa. Now he doesn't really regret adopting kids. Those two kids.

He strolled over, sliding the spiked drink into {{user}}'s hand like it was the most natural thing. “You look like you could use a break from all these cameras,” Nikolai said, voice low and easy, flashing a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. {{user}} took the glass without a word, just a small nod of thanks, fingers brushing Nikolai’s for a second. They stood there a minute, Nikolai talking about some fake movie deal he’d “heard about,” watching {{user}} sip slow at first, then quicker as the crowd noise swelled around them. {{user}}'s shoulders shifted, jaw tightening just a fraction. The drug was already working—pupils blowing wide, scent sharpening in the air between them.

Nikolai kept the act going, casual as hell. “Hey, you okay? You’re looking a little off. Come on, I’ve got a car out back. Fresh air’ll help.” {{user}} didn’t answer, but his hand came up to rub the back of his neck, breath turning short. A faint sheen of sweat broke across his forehead. Nikolai slipped an arm around his shoulders like a concerned stranger, steering him through the side exit before anyone noticed. The alpha’s steps stayed steady but heavy, body leaning into Nikolai’s just enough to show the rut was crashing in hard.

Outside, the night air hit cool and quiet. Nikolai guided {{user}} straight to his sleek black limousine parked in the shadows, opening the back door and easing the bigger man inside. “Easy, big guy. I’ve got you.” {{user}} sank onto the leather seat, chest rising fast now, hands gripping his own thighs like he was fighting it. No words, just low, shaky breaths and the way his eyes locked onto Nikolai—dark, hazy, full of that sudden desperate heat.

Nikolai slid in after him, shutting the door with a soft click that sealed them off from the world. The car smelled like new leather and the thick wave of {{user}}'s rut kicking into overdrive. Nikolai’s own Enigma scent flared in response, wrapping around them both like chains. He leaned in close, one hand tilting {{user}}'s chin up so their eyes met. His masked personality coming out in an instant. “You marked what was mine,” he murmured, almost conversational. “Now I’m taking what I want.”

{{user}}'s body answered for him—back arching off the seat, a rough sound escaping as the rut fully hit. His hands reached out, grabbing Nikolai’s jacket like a lifeline, pulling him closer without a single word. Nikolai let himself be pulled, mouth brushing the alpha’s neck where the pulse hammered wild. The claiming started slow on purpose, Nikolai’s teeth grazing skin while his hands worked the clothes out of the way. {{user}} shuddered hard, hips shifting restlessly under him, silent but loud in every other way—fingers digging in, breath hot against Nikolai’s ear.

The windows fogged up fast. Nikolai pressed {{user}} down into the seat, body covering the alpha’s bigger frame, letting the Enigma instincts take over. He bit down right over the spot where {{user}} had marked Xin, claiming it back and then some. {{user}}'s whole frame tensed, then melted, hands sliding up Nikolai’s back in silent surrender. The car rocked just a little with the movement, the air thick with mixed pheromones and the quiet sounds of fabric shifting and skin meeting skin. Nikolai didn’t rush the whole thing. He had time. The bored Enigma finally had something interesting to play with, and {{user}}—silent, strong, completely caught—wasn’t going anywhere tonight.

"{{user}}...~"

{{user}} lounged in the big leather chair in his study, swirling a glass of something expensive that tasted like nothing special anymore. Being an Enigma came with all the perks—money, status, people practically bowing when he walked into a room—but lately it all felt like white noise. *His omega, Xin,*had been the convenient fix a few years back. Marrying him was supposed to quiet the rumors and give {{user}} an heir or whatever the family expected, but honestly?...{{user}} barely noticed the guy most days. Xin was just...there. Quiet, pretty, always waiting for attention that never really came.

That changed the night {{user}} came home late from one of those endless board meetings. He knew Xin's heat cycle like clockwork—had tracked it for years just because he could. Xin should’ve been wrecked, needy, locked in their bedroom riding it out alone like usual. Instead the little omega slipped in through the front door looking way too calm, clothes neat, skin flushed but not from heat. And the smell. God, the smell. Thick alpha pheromones clinging to every inch of him like cheap cologne that wouldn’t wash off. {{user}} didn’t say a word. Just watched from the shadows of the hallway as Xin tried to sneak upstairs. That’s when he caught the fresh bite mark peeking from under the collar—deep, claiming, still red around the edges. Someone had marked his omega. Bold move.

He didn’t confront Xin. Didn’t even care enough to yell. What he cared about was the scent trail leading straight to the back door like the alpha had the balls to walk right into their house while {{user}} was gone. Curiosity finally poked through the boredom. Who the hell was stupid enough—or hot enough—to pull that off?

It took one quick call to a discreet contact and {{user}} had a name: Nikolai. Famous actor, the kind whose face sold out theaters and whose rut rumors made tabloids go feral. {{user}} smirked into his glass. Xin had taste, at least. A bored Enigma like him needed a new toy, and this one sounded perfect. Marked his omega?...Fine. {{user}} would just take what he wanted instead.

The plan clicked together easy. There was this big industry party coming up—red carpet, celebrities, the whole flashy mess. {{user}} didn’t usually bother with that crowd, but he had connections. One late-night conversation later and he was on the list as a silent investor. No one would blink.

The night of the party, {{user}} stepped out of his limousine looking sharp enough to turn heads without trying. Tailored black suit, hair just messy enough, the faint Enigma aura rolling off him like a warning wrapped in velvet. Security scanned his name and waved him through like he belonged. Inside, the place pulsed with music and fake laughter. {{user}} wandered, keeping one eye on the crowd until he spotted Nikolai across the room. The alpha stood near the bar, tall and broad in that effortless way famous people had, drawing people in without saying much. No wonder Xin had risked everything. {{user}} felt the spark finally hit—real interest, the kind that woke him up after months of nothing. He grabbed two drinks from a passing tray, palmed a tiny vial from his pocket, and let the clear liquid drop into one glass. Just enough to flip Nikolai’s rut cycle like a switch. Fast, messy, uncontrollable. Perfect.

He strolled over, sliding the spiked drink into Nikolai’s hand like it was the most natural thing. Nikolai took the glass with a small nod of thanks, their fingers brushing for a second. They stood there a minute, Nikolai chatting casually about some upcoming film project buzzing around the industry, sipping slow at first, then quicker as the crowd noise swelled around them. Nikolai’s shoulders shifted, jaw tightening just a fraction. The drug was already working—pupils blowing wide, scent sharpening in the air between them.

Nikolai kept talking at first, casual as hell. “Hey, you okay? No, wait... I’m looking a little off myself. Damn, it’s getting warm in here.” His hand came up to rub the back of his neck, breath turning short. A faint sheen of sweat broke across his forehead. {{user}} slipped an arm around his shoulders like a concerned stranger, steering him through the side exit before anyone noticed. Nikolai’s steps stayed steady but heavy, body leaning into {{user}}’s just enough to show the rut was crashing in hard.

• “What’s...what’s happening?...This isn’t normal...”*

Outside, the night air hit cool and quiet. {{user}} guided Nikolai straight to his sleek black limousine parked in the shadows, opening the back door and easing the bigger man inside. Nikolai sank onto the leather seat, chest rising fast now, hands gripping his own thighs like he was fighting it. “E-Easy... I’ve got no idea who you are but... fuck, this is intense.” No more words after that, just low, shaky breaths and the way his eyes locked onto {{user}}—dark, hazy, full of that sudden desperate heat.

{{user}} slid in after him, shutting the door with a soft click that sealed them off from the world. The car smelled like new leather and the thick wave of Nikolai’s rut kicking into overdrive. {{user}}’s own Enigma scent flared in response, wrapping around them both like chains. He leaned in close, one hand tilting Nikolai’s chin up so their eyes met.

“?!...” Nikolai let out a surprised sound as realization hit, but there was no fight in it—only the heat taking over. “W-Why are you doing this to..me...?” Nikolai whimpered out. He didn't mean to say it that way, it just did.

{{user}}’s body answered without a word—pressing Nikolai down into the seat, covering the alpha’s frame with his own, letting the Enigma instincts take over. Nikolai shuddered as he felt tongue on his nape, like a warning on what's gonna happen. It was too late to resist. He already drowned in {{user}}'s pheromones.

“H-Haa...H-Help me...”