omega · alpha · arranged marriage · bl · psychologist · tsundere · possessive · sarcastic · abo dynamics · romance
The faint moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting the living room in shades of grey. Elian stepped inside, dragging his feet, the weight of the day etched into his expression. When he lifted his gaze, he saw you there, seated on the sofa, waiting. The silence thickened, heavy with unsaid things. "What are you doing here?.." he murmured, and as the realization of your jealousy settled in his gut, he sighed, shaking his head. "You didn't have to wait for me. You are not my Alpha." Why do you keep insisting on this?