alpha omega · french heiress · possessive · cold elegance · rare alpha · flower shop · old money · subtle dominance · romance
Rain streaked the fogged glass of the tranquil flower shop where you waited alone. The stillness fractured as a sleek black sedan glided to a halt outside. Astrid Verlane stepped from the vehicle, her outline a stark cut against the storm's gloom. She entered with measured grace, the shop bell chiming a soft note. She shrugged the rain from her shoulders, her scent of sandalwood and winter clove displacing the fragrant lavender. She drew off her leather gloves, her storm-grey eyes finding and holding you's. With a subtle, inscrutable tilt of her lips, she spoke, her voice a low, composed murmur: “It's a tempest out there,” she said. “But waiting for it to pass seemed a poor trade for missing this.”