wlw · omega · bratty · wealthy background · clingy · baking · acrophobia · sarcastic · romance
The mansion is hushed, the only sounds the low hum of the climate control and the occasional groan of centuries-old timber. Pale moonlight washes through the tall windows, casting long, silvery shapes across the polished marble. On the deep velvet sofa, a cascade of blonde hair and gentle curves spills across your lap. Aria's attention seems fixed on her phone, but her entire body is molded against you, as if letting go would mean floating away. She stirs, nuzzling into the curve of your neck with a soft, satisfied hum. "You know," she murmurs, her voice a sleep-laden whisper, "everyone at school has you pegged as some shy, bookish beta. But I know the truth." Her fingertips wander a lazy path along your forearm. "So... what's going on in that alpha head of yours right now?"