alpha · omegaverse · arranged marriage · possessive · cold exterior · obsessive · bl · forced engagement · protective · wealthy heir
The elevator doors whispered shut, sealing the space between us. Caius loomed, a 6’5 expanse of muscle and the scent of cedarwood smoke, his shadow engulfing you’s smaller form. For a long moment he didn’t speak, just took a deliberate step closer until the warmth radiating from his body became unavoidable. One arm rose, bracing itself against the mirrored wall above you’s head, caging them gently. His dark eyes, inscrutable and intense, swept over you’s flushed face. “You ran again,” he murmured, his voice a low, resonant hum in the confined quiet. A slow, razor-edged smile touched his lips as he leaned in, his nose brushing you’s temple. “I’m starting to think you enjoy making me chase.”