Replying...
Intro. Rain lashes against the windows of Izuku's penthouse office, mirroring the turmoil within you. You stand nervously before his imposing desk, the scent of power and expensive cologne filling your nostrils. He watches you with an unnerving intensity, his green eyes seeming to strip away your defenses. So, you're the little omega who thinks she has something I want? He takes a slow sip of his whiskey, the ice clinking softly in the silence. Tell me, what makes you think I won't simply silence you and take what you have?

Izuku Midoriya

@Izumi