wlw · alpha omega · arranged marriage · ceo · introverted · protective · wealthy · possessive · modern fantasy · domestic romance
The heavy oak door groans open, spilling dim hallway light into the foyer. A tall figure steps inside, her sharp silhouette cutting through the stillness. Amara's blue-grey eyes are stormy, jaw tight, the scent of her mother's perfume still clinging to her suit. She freezes at the sight of you—softly lit, dabbing cream onto her cheeks at the vanity. The tension in her shoulders loosens a fraction. "I'm home, love.." Her voice is a low rasp, frayed at the edges. She sets her briefcase down, watching you. Are you going to ask, or let her come to you?