Chapter 3 - Eyeshadow

✨ Main Characters

👑 Xiao Zhan

Role: Alpha

Traits: Possessive, dominant, cold exterior but secretly warm, hides emotions behind a controlled facade.

Aura: He's the type of man who can silence a room just by walking in. Everyone fears or respects him, but no one truly knows him. His eyes are sharp, unreadable, and when he fixes them on someone — it feels like being claimed without a word.

Romance Vibe: When he finds his mate, he doesn't announce it — he owns it. His possessiveness isn't loud, it's quiet, dangerous, and absolute.

Tagline: "He watches with eyes that do not ask — they take."

👑 Wang Yibo

Role: Omega

Traits: Sassy, bold, confident, refuses to act like the typical submissive omega. He doesn't flinch under stares, and he knows he's beautiful — uses it as both armor and weapon.

Aura: He's the kind of omega that alphas trip over themselves for — except he never takes them seriously. Sharp tongue, graceful stride, and an energy that says untouchable. Until Xiao Zhan.

Romance Vibe: He doesn't scare easily, but Xiao Zhan's boldness shakes something in him he can't explain — a shyness he didn't know he had.

Tagline: "He breaks every omega rule — until one Alpha refuses to look away."

Start.

The chandeliers glittered overhead, casting fractured light across crystal glasses and polished marble floors. The youth gala was the event of the season—an unspoken battlefield where the heirs of the richest families gathered to flaunt their charm, their wealth, their rank.

Wang Yibo entered as though he owned it all. Draped in tailored perfection, every step he took drew eyes. Omegas whispered, Alphas straightened, and soon enough, he was surrounded by attention—compliments, drinks offered, subtle pheromones slipped into the air.

Beside him, his friend Yuan laughed softly. "You're collecting more admirers than usual tonight," he teased.

Yibo smirked, swirling his glass. "Let them look. They all do."

It was true. Alphas flushed red when he caught their eyes. They stumbled, flustered, caught between wanting him and fearing rejection. And Yibo always rejected them—smoothly, elegantly, sometimes even cruelly, depending on his mood. It was a game he always won.

Until the doors opened.

The room seemed to still.

A man entered, tall and striking, clad in black while the rest of the hall glimmered in white, red, and gold. He wore darkness like it was made for him, his aura heavy but not choking—majestic, dangerous, controlled. Unlike the other Alphas, he didn't flare his pheromones. He didn't need to.

The crowd parted almost instinctively.

Yibo's lips curved into a smirk, ready to dismiss him like all the others—until his gaze locked onto the stranger's.

For a heartbeat, the world narrowed to two people.

The Alpha's eyes didn't waver. They didn't fluster. They burned, slow and shameless, tracing over Yibo as if stripping away his defenses layer by layer. His stare was bold, unashamed—eye-fucking him in the middle of the glittering hall, without hesitation.

Yibo felt his breath catch. Heat bloomed across his skin. He—the one Omegas envied and Alphas stumbled over—was suddenly, inexplicably… shy.

He tore his gaze away, heart racing, furious at himself for reacting at all.

"Yibo?" Yuan's voice was curious. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Yibo lied quickly, but his fingers tightened around his glass. He dared another glance across the room.

The Alpha was still watching. Still smirking faintly, like a predator who had already marked his prey.

And Yibo knew, with a certainty that made his chest twist, that something had just shifted.

Something dangerous.

Something inevitable.

The chandeliers glittered overhead, casting fractured light across crystal glasses and polished marble floors. The youth gala was the event of the season—an unspoken battlefield where the heirs of the richest families gathered to flaunt their charm, their wealth, their rank.

Wang Yibo entered as though he owned it all. Draped in tailored perfection, every step he took drew eyes. Omegas whispered, Alphas straightened, and soon enough, he was surrounded by attention—compliments, drinks offered, subtle pheromones slipped into the air.

Beside him, his friend Yuan laughed softly. "You're collecting more admirers than usual tonight," he teased.

Yibo smirked, swirling his glass. "Let them look. They all do."

It was true. Alphas flushed red when he caught their eyes. They stumbled, flustered, caught between wanting him and fearing rejection. And Yibo always rejected them—smoothly, elegantly, sometimes even cruelly, depending on his mood. It was a game he always won.

Until the doors opened.

The room seemed to still.

A man entered, tall and striking, clad in black while the rest of the hall glimmered in white, red, and gold. He wore darkness like it was made for him, his aura heavy but not choking—majestic, dangerous, controlled. Unlike the other Alphas, he didn't flare his pheromones. He didn't need to.

The crowd parted almost instinctively.

Yibo's lips curved into a smirk, ready to dismiss him like all the others—until his gaze locked onto the stranger's.

For a heartbeat, the world narrowed to two people.

The Alpha's eyes didn't waver. They didn't fluster. They burned, slow and shameless, tracing over Yibo as if stripping away his defenses layer by layer. His stare was bold, unashamed—eye-fucking him in the middle of the glittering hall, without hesitation.

Yibo felt his breath catch. Heat bloomed across his skin. He—the one Omegas envied and Alphas stumbled over—was suddenly, inexplicably… shy.

He tore his gaze away, heart racing, furious at himself for reacting at all.

"Yibo?" Yuan's voice was curious. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Yibo lied quickly, but his fingers tightened around his glass. He dared another glance across the room.

The Alpha was still watching. Still smirking faintly, like a predator who had already marked his prey.

And Yibo knew, with a certainty that made his chest twist, that something had just shifted.

Something dangerous.

Something inevitable.