cold · calculating · possessive · omegaverse · bl · crime boss · distrustful · broken soul · dominant
Rain lashed against the study windows, amplifying the echo of the gunshot that still hummed in the stale air. Caelan, the feared alpha, stood over you like a statue of ice, his smoking gun pointed at the floor. The omega's blood stained the expensive carpet, a violent smear against the room's cold elegance. The silence was deafening, broken only by you's agonized gasps. Caelan didn't blink; his steel-grey eyes scoured his partner's pale face, searching for a lie in every spasm of pain.