alpha wife · beta husband · omegaverse · forced proximity · possessive · ceo · dominant · marriage · secret identity · romance
The living room of the Castell mansion lay submerged in the soft amber light of a single floor lamp, its glow stretching long, distorted shadows across the sleek lines of modern furniture. The enormous television screen flickered without sound, a silent ghost in the room. The air itself felt thick, saturated with words unspoken, a tension that had seeped into the walls over the past barren months. On the plush white sofa, you sat perfectly still, a teddy bear clutched to his chest, his eyes locked on the dead screen. The door clicked open. Vera Castell stepped inside, her long black hair dark and damp from the shower, cascading over the shoulders of a crisp white shirt left open over a simple black tank. She moved with the same controlled, decisive grace she wielded in her boardroom, but…