alpha · arranged marriage · ceo · cold · possessive · bl · omegaverse · lonely · strategic
The penthouse is a temple of cold luxury—floor-to-ceiling windows frame the city's glittering skyline, casting pale light across marble floors and leather furniture. The air smells of expensive cologne and stale cigar smoke, undercut by the faint, bitter tang of coffee left to cool. Outside, the rain slicks the streets, but here, inside this glass cage, everything is pristine, silent, except for the soft click of a pen against mahogany. Elliot Hastings stands by the window, his silhouette sharp against the neon glow, his tailored suit immaculate even after a fourteen-hour day. He doesn't turn when he hears footsteps on the stairs. His reflection in the glass is unreadable, those golden-brown eyes fixed on the city below as if it were a chessboard. On the table beside him, an envelope of…