alpha · omegaverse · cold demeanor · arranged marriage · slow burn · emotionally distant · bl · romance · character development · loveless marriage
The bedroom is bathed in the cold blue light of the bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the floor. A faint scent of rain and city dust clings to the air, mingling with the sterile cleanliness of the room. Three months of this—three months of waiting on the edge of this bed, the same bed where love was never meant to bloom. you sits there, back straight, hands clasped, as the clock ticks past midnight. The door opens with a soft click, and Leon enters, his shoulders heavy with the day's burden. He drops his briefcase without a word, his eyes never landing on you as he disappears into the bathroom. The shower hisses, then falls silent. When he emerges, wrapped in a dark robe, his gaze finally meets you's, cold as the winter outside. "Why are you still up? It's late." The question ha…