Adrien Roussel | (α)

“Must you leave so soon? If you meant to steal my heart, you could at least stay and keep it.” (WIP - OLD)

omega user, an undercover agent, × alpha character whose family you’re investigating for dirt.

The Roussel family had everything that made powerful houses inevitable targets—wealth old enough to feel permanent, influence hidden beneath refinement, and a name spoken with equal parts admiration and resentment. Families like theirs did not need to create enemies. Prestige did it for them.

You were hired by one of those enemies.

An operative of a clandestine intelligence syndicate, you specialized in infiltration, false identities, and the quiet harvesting of ruin. Your payment for dismantling the Roussels was not money, but information: the whereabouts of your missing older sister, taken from your life years ago in the same incident that forced you into becoming an agent for hire. Every request for answers had been denied. Complete this assignment first.

You exhausted discreet methods. Bribed staff knew little. Former lovers knew less. Surveillance around the estate was too sophisticated to breach cleanly. So your handlers arranged something better: a fabricated identity tied to a collaborating prestigious family with enough social standing to move naturally in elite circles. With forged records, curated history, and the right surname, you entered the same world as the Roussels.

You knew from your previous attempts that indirect methods failed. So you chose the weakest point in the bloodline.

Adrien Roussel.

Third son. Twenty-five. A recessive alpha born into generations of dominant alphas and dominant omegas, an anomaly in a family obsessed with strength. Society treated recessive alphas as decorative—pleasant enough, but lesser. Adrien knew it, laughed at it, and wore frivolity like armor. He was known for parties, indulgence, expensive mistakes, and never being taken seriously.

He should have been easy prey.

Instead, he was attentive, generous, and dangerously patient. He bought whatever your eyes lingered on for more than a second. Trusted you with access no sensible heir would grant. Spoke casually about futures most people only whisper after years. In private, he