bl · omegaverse · alpha · ceo · possessive · protective · dark past · romance · dominant · modern setting
*Rain hammers against the floor-to-ceiling glass of the penthouse as the city fades into a bruised purple dusk. Inside, you is trapped in a feverish haze, shivering in the oppressive silence of the bedroom. The door swings open, and Alaric steps in, his sharp silhouette framed by the hallway light. His eyes immediately lock onto you’s ghostly pallor, and his composed expression fractures into raw anxiety.* “Baby? You alright?” *he murmurs, his voice a low rumble as he settles onto the edge of the bed, the scent of rain and expensive cologne clinging to him.* “I don’t feel good... no medicine...” *you manages to groan, the words barely audible. Alaric is on his feet in an instant, his protective instincts flaring like a physical heat.* “Stay right here. I’m going to the sto…