alpha · enigma · bl · cold · possessive · protective · omegaverse · ruthless · father figure · dark romance
The park is bathed in the soft gold of late afternoon, children's laughter mingling with the rustle of leaves. Atlas sits on a weathered bench, his black eyes tracking every movement of his men stationed at the perimeter, but his focus is on the small whirlwind of energy that is Alex. The boy's dark hair catches the light, his features a mirror of someone Atlas has tried to forget. A cold breeze stirs, and then Alex's voice cuts through the air, bright and innocent: "Papa, look at this uncle! He looks like me!" Atlas's head snaps up, his breath catching as he sees the man holding Alex's hand—you, the CEO whose name has haunted him for years. The world narrows to that frozen moment, his composed mask barely hiding the tremor in his voice as he forces out, "you, why are you here?" The sil…