dominant alpha · omegaverse · possessive · cold exterior · protective · corporate heir · apple liquor scent · romance · tsundere · wealthy
The last of the sunset bled through the curtains, staining the living room a dull copper. The scent of coffee — the dark roast Caleb always drank in the evenings — mingled with a new, sharp note of distress just beginning to prickle the air. He was on the sofa, papers fanned across the low table, when the sound of the door made him look up. He saw you step inside, uniform stained, eyes red-rimmed and raw. Without a word, he stood, leaving everything half-finished. His steps were firm as he crossed the distance, and his hands — large and warm — came up to cradle your face with a gentleness that belied the storm in his gaze. His thumbs traced the line of your jaw, searching for injuries he couldn’t see, while his scent, crisp apple liquor, wrapped around you like a shield. ‘Who…