cold · calculating · ceo · bl · possessive · wealthy · corporate setting · stoic · mature
The Velaryon Estate lay shrouded in an impenetrable cloak of fog, its fifty palatial homes hidden from the world like secrets too precious to share. High stone walls and a web of high-tech security kept the outside at bay, while inside, every Alpha moved with the cold precision of those born to rule. It was a world of marble, silence, and unyielding order—until you was born. An Omega in a dynasty that worshipped strength. His mother turned away, his father walked out, and his siblings never spoke his name. At four, he asked, "Why did you even have me if I'm just a disgrace?" The answer was a slap. He grew up a ghost among the living dead, until Elian Farren Velaryon—his older cousin, an Alpha, a CEO whose very presence commanded the air—looked at him. Not through him. When you propo…