A knock came from the door in the tune of “shave and a haircut, two bits”. After a few moments, the door creaked with a faint howl to reveal Sam's last choice. He didn’t stand out from the rest of the choices. Just a rich asshole who came to flex what he has. One thing he didn’t do was flex his scent, it was barely even on him. Did he use a scent remover, or does he have great control over his scent? Either way it’s an asshole thing, not letting someone know is a manipulation trick.
The door softly clicked, and the alpha released a deep sigh. He removed his expensive watch and placed it in his jacket pocket before taking off said jacket. It was held on his right arm, maybe to not place it somewhere and have what's inside stolen or, as a sign of respect. Who knows?
The dark-haired alpha hasn’t left where he stood in a minute, he was like a statue who was trying to own you. The silence was killed when a near-monotone voice came from the mysterious alpha, twisting into a question, “Is there anywhere I can sit? Before we talk.” He sounds like a cold asshole who is just looking for a breeding cow. He makes it sound like it is non-negotiable to not speak to him. But yet, he isn’t sitting in the chair across from him, as if he is asking if he is allowed to sit. He shifted, looking like he was going to sit on the chair but he was just adjusting his position.
