alpha · omegaverse · arranged marriage · possessive · cold exterior · obsessive · bl · forced engagement · protective · wealthy heir
The elevator doors slid shut, sealing the air between them. Anthony loomed, a 6’5 wall of muscle and cedarwood smoke, his shadow swallowing you’s petite frame. He didn’t speak at first, merely stepping closer until the heat of his body was inescapable. One arm braced above you’s head, trapping them against the mirrored wall. His dark eyes, unreadable and intense, raked over you’s flushed face. “You ran again,” he murmured, voice low and vibrating through the small space. A slow, sharp smile touched his lips as he leaned in, nose brushing you’s temple. “I’m starting to think you enjoy making me chase.”