Night had fallen over Blackwood mention wrapping it in deep darkness. Light raindrops tapped softly against the old walls, and thin strands of moonlight slipped through the windows, scattering across the polished marble floor. The faint scent of rain, wet earth, and mist blended with the cold air drifting in through the mansion's windows.
Then, the sound of footsteps echoed—like the sleeping haveli had suddenly awakened.
Slowly, Keyan Alaric Blackwood entered his private study room. This was the most dangerous and secret corner of the entire mansion—where dark wood paneling, heavy velvet curtains, and golden accents clearly reflected his luxury and power.
Keyan's presence alone filled the room with a strange intoxication. His hypnotic golden-and-blue mixed eyes, his towering height of 6 feet 9 inches, golden fair skin, clean-shaven face, strong jawline, high cheekbones, and slightly messy stylish hair—all of it spoke of dominance and lethal charm. Even though his muscular frame and defined eight-pack abs were hidden behind a perfectly tailored dark suit and black leather gloves, his strength was undeniable. The air in the room quickly filled with his pheromone threads.
Type – Dominant Golden Enigma.
Among the shadows, every corner seemed to tremble under his aura. Dark musk, opium, burning amber, and subtle chocolate undertones—each breath carried an intoxicating wave of pheromones through the room. His presence was like a drug no one could resist—almost as if both body and mind were slowly falling under his control.
With calm authority, Keyan walked to his ornate desk and stopped.
Just then, his phone screen flickered with a soft glow.
It was a call…
Enegma profile
Name: Keyan Blackwood
Nationality: American
Type: Dominant Golden Enigma
Personality: Red flag, but justice-loving
Age: 27 years old
Pheromone Blend:
Dark musk, opium, burning amber, dark chocolate, and dark rum — layered with Arabian night vibes, black jasmine, and storm ozone.
Together, these scents create a deep, intense, mysterious, and dangerously intoxicating aura.
(Note ,Keyan Blackwood — a name that is not just spoken, but felt.
He is not merely a Dominant Golden Enigma; he is a walking storm. Standing at 6'9", with hypnotic golden-blue eyes, a strong jawline, and a silent yet dangerous stride—his presence alone shifts the temperature of any room he enters.
His aura carries an intoxicating blend—deep dark musk, the slow haze of opium, the heat of burning amber, the seductive warmth of dark chocolate, the rich intoxication of dark rum, the mystery of Arabian nights, the depth of black jasmine, and the electric sharpness of storm ozone.
Together, these scents don't just make him attractive—
they make him dangerous.
Ignoring his presence is impossible.
Looking into his eyes means forgetting your limits.
But he is not just an Enigma.
He is also a Mafia King.
In the American underworld, his name is not whispered—it is feared openly.
Where his empire stretches, an atmosphere of terror follows.
People fear even his shadow.
His enemies do not confront him—they try to hide.
He is a red flag… yet he believes in justice.
He does not break—he breaks others.
He does not chase—the world is drawn toward him.
And if anyone dares to cross his line, their ending is nothing but silence.
And if…
If by mistake a Dominant Golden Enigma releases all his pheromones onto an Omega—
It no longer remains just a scent… it becomes possession.
A burning heat rushes through the Omega's body. Breathing turns heavy. The heartbeat becomes uncontrollable. The mind begins to blur—as if consciousness itself is slowly narrowing down to that Enigma alone.
His scent seeps into the Omega's veins, not weakening them—but making them completely sensitive and vulnerable to him. In that moment, the Enigma's presence becomes the Omega's entire world.
Because when a Dominant Golden Enigma fully releases his pheromones…
it is like unleashing a storm.
And surviving that storm—
is almost impossible.l)
Same time line ....
All around there was silence. Only the sound of wind crashing against the broken windows of the old mansion echoed through the air. In the middle of that dark, suffocating room, a man lay on the ground. One look at his condition was enough to make anyone's soul tremble—his entire body was drenched in blood, his wounds so deep that his breathing came in ragged, broken gasps. Half-dead, he was simply waiting for death to claim him.
Right in front of him stood a shadow. A mask covered his face, and in his eyes burned a fury so intense it could shake even a heart of stone. The atmosphere in that room was so heavy, so dangerous, that merely standing there felt unbearable.
But amid that horrifying scene, something felt strangely out of place. A sweet, fresh scent of strawberries filled the entire room. It didn't match the setting at all—and that contrast made it even more terrifying.
The man lying on the floor was an Alpha. With the last of his strength, he tried to release his dominant pheromones to push the masked figure back. But his body had grown too weak, too drained from blood loss. His pheromones seemed to die before they could even spread. He was helpless. Powerless.
Suddenly, the sweet strawberry scent intensified, as if someone had come closer… That scent was actually the Omega's pheromones, clinging to the masked man's body and spreading through the room like poison. The one standing before the half-dead Alpha—like death itself—slowly stepped closer.
In a heavy, icy voice, he growled, "How dare you try to take him away from me? How dare you separate him from me?"
Madness flickered in the masked man's eyes. With hatred, he continued, "Why are you silent now? You seemed so eager to get close to him before." There was something unhinged in his tone. "Did your poverty and your low status never teach you that some things are meant only to be admired from afar—not touched?"
The injured Alpha lifted his blurry eyes upward. Blood had crusted over his face. He wanted to speak, but only a weak groan escaped his throat. His helplessness only fueled the masked man's rage further.
"He belongs to me… and I won't let some nobody lay a hand on him," the masked man said through clenched teeth. He raised the iron rod, his veins bulging with fury. "After tonight, you won't even be worthy of speaking his name in your dreams."
The Omega glared at the Alpha with disgust and added, "I know you're an Alpha… but in reality, you're just an orphan. A poor nobody from a pathetic background. How dare someone like you think you can be with a powerful 'Enigma'? The Enigma I desire… he is mine!"
The murderous Omega knelt in front of Tawan and pointed toward his stomach with a devilish smile.
Omega: "You must think I don't know, Tawan… but I know everything.
There's a part of Keyan growing inside you, isn't there? Almost three months now?"
Tawan's eyes widened in horror. His face turned pale. "How… how do you know—"
Omega (laughing): "I know everything about you. And I also know that right now, you can't even move a finger. Otherwise, how could I possibly control a 'Diamond Alpha'?
But this child… this child is both your greatest strength and your greatest weakness."
Tawan (gathering the last of his strength): "If… if anything happens to my child… Keyan will make you suffer before he kills you. You have no idea what he's capable of."
Omega (coldly): "Oh, I know him very well—better than you do. And that's exactly what makes this so satisfying. The pain he'll feel… it will drive him right back to me.
You invited your own death the moment you took him from me."
The Omega's cruel gaze settled on Tawan's stomach. Tawan was helpless; he couldn't even lift his hands to protect his unborn child. Tears of rage and despair streamed from his eyes.
Omega: "Tonight… everything ends. Neither this heir will survive, nor you."
With that, he struck Tawan's stomach for the first time. A muffled scream escaped Tawan's lips, but under the influence of drugs, he could do nothing more than writhe in agony.
The Omega raised his hand again. The heavy iron rod was ready to bring the Alpha's end.
"You're in so much pain… yet I still don't feel satisfied," the Omega said with cold cruelty. Looking down at the trembling Alpha, he added, "I'll take away the only thing you have left as his mark—and I'll make sure this never happens again."
With those words, the Omega swung the heavy iron rod through the air with full force, bringing it down hard against the Alpha's back.
The blow was so brutal that even the Alpha's sobs seemed to freeze. In his helplessness, he thought it would have been better to die—at least then this unbearable pain would end. But his misfortune was that he couldn't even die.
Because he was no ordinary Alpha.
He was a Diamond Alpha....A rare bloodline known for its immense strength and an almost unbreakable body. They do not die easily.
But because of the strong drugs given to him, his entire body had gone numb. Even if he wanted to move, he couldn't. A heart-wrenching scream escaped from the Alpha's throat —
"Ahhh… my baby!"😭😭😭😭😭
(It makes you wonder… if he is a Diamond Alpha, then how can he be pregnant?)
Character Profile: Kay Tawan
Name: Kay Tawan (Thai)
Identity: Diamond Alpha
Position: Second Main Lead
Personality: A green flag personality, but with a powerful dark aura
Kay Tawan (Diamond Alpha) has a powerful and dominant body structure.
Body Structure
Height: Tall and imposing presence, around 6'4".
Build: Broad shoulders with a V-shaped torso.
Chest: Strong and well-defined.
Arms: Muscular, with veins slightly visible when tense.
Waist: Toned with a tight core.
Abs: Clearly visible six-pack.
Legs: Strong and athletic build.
Signature Pheromone Blend
This was his unique pheromone scent that could be felt the moment he entered a room:
White Milk Wine: Creamy, slightly sweet, and subtly intoxicating.
Dark Chocolate: Warm, rich, comforting, yet seductive.
White Oud: Elegant, mysterious, and luxuriously deep.
Saffron: Exotic, warm, slightly heady, enhancing his alpha dominance.
Together, these scents created an intoxicating, dominant, and magnetic aura.
His presence was a kind of power that was impossible to ignore or reject.