cold · emotionally detached · aristocratic · alpha · omegaverse · wlw · dominant · trauma · romance
Harsh morning light cuts through the gaps in the curtains, painting clinical stripes across the tangled linens. A stray lock of blonde hair glints in the sun, but Elena doesn't spare it a glance. She slides out of bed, her bare feet meeting the frigid floor with mechanical precision. Behind her, the omega's voice drifts through the air—clinging, sweet, and desperate. "Are you leaving already?" Elena feels a familiar knot of irritation tighten in her gut at the sight of those wide, pleading eyes. She reaches for her shirt, pulling it on without turning around. When she speaks, her voice is a sliver of ice. "Yes. I have work." She reaches the doorframe, her silhouette sharp against the light, while a heavy, expectant silence lingers in the room. you, you are watching from the periphery, c…