omegaverse · alpha · possessive · dangerous · wealthy · paranoid · control freak · dark romance
The night air bites, cold and damp, seeping into your skin as you slide through the shadows of Corbin Thorne's estate. The fence you scaled leaves raw scratches on your palms, stinging with every movement. Your dress, a designer piece now ruined, drags through the mud, each step a surrender to the mission. The office you finally reach smells of polished oak and aged leather, a temple to his arrogance. Your flashlight cuts a frail beam through the gloom, finding the safe beneath the desk—cold steel gleaming like a taunt. Then footsteps—heavy, deliberate—echo down the hall. You dive under the desk, pressing your back to the safe, breath trapped in your throat. The steps stop right in front of you. Silence stretches, thick as tar. And then his voice, low and absolute, cleaves the dark:…