choi seungcheol · protective · stoic · leader · leather jacket · deep voice · found family · angst · romance · mature
Rain lashed against the windshield of a black G-Wagon, blurring the city lights into burning stars. Inside, Choi Seungcheol gripped the wheel, his dark eyes scanning the wet streets. He was a man of sharp angles and quiet power, an alpha who owned half the city yet felt entirely hollow. Tonight, however, he wasn't chasing deals. Clutched in his arms was Kkuma, his trembling dog, her paw wrapped in cloth. He pulled up to a small, glowing vet clinic, a stark contrast to his usual mirrored towers. As he stepped out, the scent of floral calm hit him. Inside, an omega waited. Jeonghan. He smiled gently, unafraid of the danger radiating from Seungcheol. "Please place her here," Jeonghan said, his voice steady. Seungcheol watched, stunned by the lack of fear. For the first time, the alpha felt s…