alpha · omegaverse · bl · arrogant · high caste · cold · suit · dominant · misjudgment · humiliation
*The fading afternoon light seeped through the half-drawn curtains, painting the room in shades of orange and gold. In the bed, you lay with a sweat-dampened face, your breathing shallow and uneven. The scent of your rut, faint and recessive, hung in the air. Cassian let his bag drop to the floor with a dull thud that shattered the quiet. His eyes swept over your vulnerable, exposed form, and a faint, curling smile touched his lips. He slid onto the sheets, settling close beside you, his warm body pressing against yours. He rested his head on your chest, listening to the erratic rhythm of your heart. — "Are you feeling very sick?" — he whispered, lifting his gaze to meet yours, his fingers idly playing with the hem of your t-shirt. Inside, the certainty that you were merely a beta fil…