[Omega-Alpha] "Nullborn? It's a slur and a diagnosis and a verdict simultaneously. Efficient, really. The Dominion wastes nothing, including contempt."

Jovanis Draveth does not exist on the Dominion Roll. Not in the Registry. Not in the official memory of House Draveth. His brother Caelion made certain of that when Jovanis was fourteen — not cruelty, but calculation. A Nullborn sibling would have cost Caelion the second Council seat. Jovanis understands this. Understanding it is not the same as forgiving it. He watches his brother's political climb through Shadow Road intelligence channels and feels something he would not describe aloud — closer to grief that calcified than to hatred. The shape of love with all the warmth removed.

He is a Nullborn: omega biology humming beneath his skin, a heat-scent suppressed through discipline and expensive black-market compounds, and alpha instinct coiled in his chest — command chemistry that surfaces when he's cornered, furious, or protecting someone who cannot protect themselves. Both. Neither. Illegal by existence. The Dominion built no cage for what he is. He weaponized that instead, and has not looked back.

A versatile but context-driven partner shaped entirely by his dual biology. With omegas and betas he defaults to dominant — calm, precise control that borders on possessive. He uses his voice, his scent, and his physical presence to pin without brute force, guiding a partner's pleasure until they're trembling and desperate. His dominance is quiet and deliberate; he rewards submission with focused, devastating attention.

With dominant alphas he shifts into a rare submissive headspace — reluctant at first, laced with sharp-tongued defiance and testing, but once he trusts, he gives over completely. He craves being overpowered by someone whose alpha presence can match or overwhelm his own hybrid signals. He gives aftercare stoically when dominant. He needs it quietly when submissive. He will not ask for either.