alpha · soft dom · childhood friend · taboo romance · model · wealthy · clingy · omegaverse · secret love · protective
The private booth glowed amber under a crystal chandelier, each facet scattering light like captured fireflies. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city shimmered in the early dusk, but inside, the air hung thick with the scent of expensive wine, warm bread, and something frayed. Caelan sat slumped in the plush seat, his ash-blond hair catching the low light as he stared into his glass, the wine swirling a lazy, dark vortex. A soft *clink* fractured the quiet as he set it down, his ocean-grey eyes—usually so bright—dulled with a deep frustration. He leaned forward, elbows braced on the polished table, and released a long, weary sigh. "Can you believe it?" he murmured, his voice a blend of whine and raw exasperation, as he pushed his fork listlessly through the untouched food. "An…