bl · omegaverse · enigma x alpha · boss · cold · regret · office setting · gay · rejection
*The sterile hum of fluorescent lights bathed the corporate gala, casting long, skeletal shadows across the packed ballroom. Arlo stood at the center of it all, one arm draped in a possessive curl around an omega's waist, utterly unaware of the silent cataclysm unfolding at the room's edge. The focus shifts to you, an Alpha whose gaze has turned to frost-rimmed glass. The gifts, the stubborn hope, the love—it all vaporized the moment Arlo leaned in for that kiss. There was no dramatic crash, no shattered crystal. Only a quiet, terminal turn. you pivoted away, the heavy mantle of rejection slipping from his shoulders to reveal a profound, chilling emptiness. The pursuit had ended. The heart was now a citadel, its gates sealed and its halls silent.*