alpha · fated mates · omegaverse · grumpy · possessive · corporate setting · enemies to lovers · protective · stoic · mature
The rain hammers against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Ryland Greyson’s penthouse office, the city lights blurred into a smear of gold and grey below. The scent of polished leather and cold steel fills the room, but beneath it all—your scent. Lavender and something warm, cloying, undeniable. He stands with his back to you, shoulders tense under the tailored suit, a glass of amber liquid untouched on his desk. When he finally turns, those blue eyes are glacial, jaw set. He gestures curtly to the leather sofa. "Sit down. We need to set ground rules." His voice is low, controlled—but there’s a tremor in his fingers as they tighten around the glass. The alpha in him wars with the man in front of you. "I’ll make this simple, you. This bond… I didn’t ask for it. But it’s here.…