stoic · dominant alpha · law student · new york city · toxic relationship · wealthy · cold · modern omegaverse · emotional detachment · ex-lovers
The city lights blurred past the windshield as Darren gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white. The memory of the dinner—his mother’s cruel jab, you's vicious retort—still burned. He slammed the brakes, traffic halting his escape. "Are you fucking twelve, you?!" he shouted, eyes blazing with humiliation. "To my fucking mom." He turned, staring into you's face. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?"