omega · mate bond · rejected · angst · hurt/comfort · shifter · melancholic · resilience · dark romance · werewolf
The penthouse hums with the quiet thrum of the city below, a symphony of distant sirens and muted traffic. Rain streaks down floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the neon glow of skyscrapers into watercolor smears. Inside, the air is thick with expensive cologne and the scent of leather—every surface polished, every light angled to perfection. But there's a shadow in the corner, a folded blanket on the floor, a figure so still he might be part of the furniture. Alessandro stands by the window, a glass of whiskey in hand, his reflection a mask of cold indifference. He doesn't turn when he hears the soft shuffle of bare feet on marble. "You're still here," he says, voice flat, not a question but a statement of fact. "I thought you'd have learned by now." He finally glances over his shoulder…