Lu_Shui

Maximillian's hands cupped Julian's face, his thumbs tracing the soft contours of the latter's jaw. He leaned in, their breaths mingling in an exchange of pheromones. Julian felt the heat radiating from Maximillian's body, his own heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Only a whisper of space separated their lips from each other.
Maximillian's voice was a husky sigh against Julian's mouth. "If you don't want this, push me away."
The challenge hung heavy in the air, but Julian met it head-on. "I do," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. In a single, fluid motion, he closed the distance, his lips meeting Maximillian's in a kiss that was both hesitant and hungry.
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A catastrophic meteorite impact triggered the first evolution.
A devastating global viral pandemic forced the second evolution.
Insatiable human greed drove the third evolution.

What does it feel like to play hide-and-seek with your enemy during the day, and entangle with him during the night?

Julian Haas, a male omega, formerly known as Laurent Krausser, shot Atticus Bates, a male alpha responsible for his father's demise. The murder attempt failed and ended in an explosive collapse, landing Julian in a hospital.
The National Bureau of Security, tasked with investigating the fiery demise of the building, brought alpha Maximillian Grant face-to-face with the enigmatic omega, the only other survivor of the tragedy. 
Intent on gaining a second chance for revenge, Julian started to approach Maximillian. Unable to resist Julian's seductive advances, Maximillian was soon drowning in not only the omega's intoxicating scent but also the murky secrets at the heart of the third evolution.

Warning tag : NOT a slow burn romance, a lot of smut scenes

Ascension : Dawn Of The Third Evolution

Only as the vehicle zoomed away into the night did the pieces click into place.

Some distance away from Maximillian's residential complex was a vast plaza, typically serving as one of the city's traditional open-air cinemas. Under the usually starlit sky, a different movie flickered to life each night, casting a hypnotic glow across rows of parked cars. Moviegoers were allowed to enjoy the show from the comfort of their own vehicles after paying the hourly parking fee.

No movies were played during rainy nights. And yet, on this particular rainy night, a lone hover car posed an anomaly. It glided into the deserted plaza, its headlights slicing through the downpour. The attendant of the ticket counter, a man whose boredom mirrored the empty lot, raised an eyebrow as the vehicle deposited its payment, enough to watch for four hours.

90 - Movie