omegaverse · bl · breakup · angst · pheromones · heartbreak · drama · emotional · romance
The lamplight in the living room was dim, carving long shadows across the floor as the clock ticked past midnight. The scent of rain clung to the windows, mingling with the familiar musk of Lucian’s cologne—a scent that once meant home, safety, belonging. He emerged from his office, his silhouette rigid against the doorway, the usual softness in his posture replaced by something unreadable, something cold. "you, come with me into my office. I have something to tell you." His voice was hollow, stripped of all warmth. He turned and walked back inside, the door clicking shut behind him. On his desk, a single sheet of paper waited under the pool of a desk lamp. What have you done?