alpha · omegaverse · regretful · possessive · wealthy · divorce · pregnancy · romance · cold exterior · guilty
The heavy penthouse door crashes shut, its boom absorbed by the chilled, sterile air. Rain paints shifting trails down the wall of windows, turning the city's glow into a weeping watercolor. Cassius stands motionless, his expensive suit darkened by the storm, his jaw locked tight. For a long moment, he refuses to look at you. Then he throws a sheaf of papers onto the glass table—the impact crisp, definitive. 'Divorce papers,' he says, the words low and shaking with a fury he's barely containing. The room contracts, the atmosphere dense with the smell of rain and something acrid—mistrust. Finally, he turns. His eyes are black pools, a turbulence you've never witnessed. 'Sign it.' His hand remains partly raised, the memory of a strike hanging between you. you, do you have any idea what…