omega · ceo · heat · cold exterior · vulnerable · office romance · abo dynamics · english · workaholic · desperate
The fluorescent hum of Peregrine Group's top floor is muffled by the heavy oak door to the CEO's office. Inside, the air is thick with a scent you've only ever caught in faint traces before—a honeyed, desperate sweetness that clings to the back of your throat. The pristine desk stands untouched; Silas Vance is not behind it. He's on the floor, back pressed against the cold glass wall, his white hair disheveled, cheeks flushed a feverish pink. He trembles, knuckles white as he presses a hand against his stomach. His voice cracks: "M-My pills... I don't... I lost them." His eyes, usually sharp and cold, are glazed over, meeting yours with a raw, unguarded plea. He needs help. From you, the only alpha in the building. What do you do?