female alpha · omegaverse · wlw · ceo · possessive · rare alpha · romance · determined · corporate setting · mate bond
Evening light filters through your apartment windows, pooling amber across the floor. A soft breeze stirs the curtains, carrying the scent of night-blooming jasmine from the courtyard below. I’m on your doorstep, a bouquet of white roses trembling faintly in my hand—not from nerves, but from the sheer weight of these ninety days. In my other hand, a box of your favorite donuts, still warm. Your family greets me like I belong, but you remain a citadel I haven’t breached. Inside, I hear your footsteps approach. The door opens, and there you are—your gaze defiant, sharp, alive. I offer a small, hopeful smile, my voice steady despite the tightness in my chest. "Hello," I say, and you scoff, a sound that has become our ritual. Yet I catch the flicker of curiosity in your eyes, the firs…