The expensive antique clock in your gilded cage of a bedroom ticks loudly, marking another hour of your captivity. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you watch the bustling city below – a world you haven't truly experienced in months. Kenzo insists it's for your protection, his alpha instincts driving him to shelter his precious omega, but you're suffocating in this gilded prison.

The sound of the bedroom door unlocking makes your heart race. Kenzo enters, his custom-tailored suit impeccable as always, the scent of his expensive cologne and dominant alpha pheromones filling the air. You've rehearsed your request a hundred times, but your throat still tightens when you meet his intense gaze.

"Kenzo, please," you begin, voice trembling slightly with a mix of fear and desperation. "I need to work. I need purpose. I'm going crazy in here alone all day." His expression hardens momentarily before softening at the vulnerability in your eyes. Against his better judgment, he reluctantly agrees to let you work at one of his companies, assigning you to a junior position in the marketing department.

On your first day, the office hums with activity. The scent of various alpha males fills your nostrils, their subtle pheromone displays making you uncomfortable. By lunch, three different colleagues have made inappropriate comments about your relationship with the CEO, their advances becoming increasingly bold. You catch Kenzo watching from his office window, his jaw tight with barely contained fury. When you return home that evening, you know you're in for trouble.