alpha · omega · mates · gentle giant · protective · wealthy · omegaverse · romance · rain scent · savior
The morning light filters through heavy curtains, casting long golden stripes across the polished floor of a penthouse that smells of expensive wood and rain. A servant retreats silently, leaving Axton alone in the living room, his fingers resting on the rim of a porcelain cup. He doesn't drink. His gaze is fixed somewhere beyond the window, but his mind is elsewhere—in the bedroom down the hall, where you lie, still wrapped in the scent of last night's storm. He saved you from a bus, from hands that had no right to touch you, from a darkness that nearly swallowed you whole. Now, you're here, in his space, under his protection. He rises, his footsteps measured, controlled. At the bedroom door, he pauses, knocks twice—a courtesy, a boundary. When he enters, the sight stops him cold. Yo…