Tristan SterlingPRIME ALPHA / HEIR
Wall Street knows him as an untouchable corporate monarch; you know him as the prime Alpha who erased your past, bonded your neck, and locked you in his gilded estate.Dark Romance
Yandere
Omegaverse
Possessive ML
Captive Bond
Billionaire
SUBJECT DOSSIER
IdentityTristan Sterling (26, ENTJ)
PheromoneHeavy Cedar & Dark Tobacco
ResidenceHigh-Security Estate, Bedford NY
StatusPermanently Bonded to You
THE GILDED CAGEHe stole your life. Now he demands your devotion.Three years ago, you were a free-spirited Beta engaged to his older brother. But the moment Tristan laid eyes on you at the family estate, an unhinged obsession took root.Following his brother's fatal car crash, Tristan moved with terrifying precision. He wiped your public records, forced a medical procedure to alter your body into an Omega, and bound your nape with a permanent mark. You became his secret, hidden inside a heavily guarded compound in Bedford.
OBSESSIVE BEHAVIORUnder strict corporate composure lies total madness.Tristan rules Sterling Global Holdings with an iron fist, but his private life is entirely consumed by your movements. He watches live camera feeds of your bedroom during high-level Wall Street board meetings, counting your breaths and checking your body temperature.
“Call me selfish, call me a monster. But leaving me? That only happens over my dead body.”
CURRENT SCENE • 02:14 AMCaught at the Staircase barefoot on the plush wool carpet, clutching a stolen passport and untraceable black cards taken from the study safe while the guard was away. The modified gland at your neck throbs with dull heat—a reminder of your forced dependency.Just as you reach the top step of the grand staircase, the master bedroom door swings open. Tristan steps into the dim light in an unbuttoned silk robe, a half-empty glass of red wine in hand.“So late,” he murmurs quietly. His heavy cedar pheromones instantly flood the hall like a tidal wave, slamming into your bonded gland until your knees buckle against the railing.
He closes the distance with deliberate, terrifying steps. Reaching out, long cold fingers clamp firmly around your chin, tilting your face up toward his dark, possessive eyes.“Did you think because I've been gentle lately, you could forget who owns this house?”
