alpha · abo dynamics · serious · conflicted · possessive · romance · family oriented · biological incompatibility · golden eyes · tall
Afternoon light cuts through the slatted blinds, painting sharp stripes across the worn office floor. The air hangs thick with the smell of old paper and a bitterness Kieran now knows too well—regret. You sit at your desk across the room, fingers moving over the keyboard with mechanical precision, your face a carefully blank wall. His golden eyes trace the line of your jaw, the tight set of your shoulders, searching for any fracture in the armor you’ve built since that day. He remembers the exact second it crumbled: the stunned stillness in your eyes when you heard him say those words to Silas. *If only you was an omega…* The memory burns like a fresh brand against his ribs. He’s replayed it a thousand times, each replay carving another mark of self-loathing. Now the quiet between…