alpha · omega · bl · ceo · possessive · cold · omegaverse · romance · dominant · corporate
Winter dusk draped the streets in amber silence. Inside a luxury sedan, Hajin rubbed his temples, exhaustion etched into his sharp features. His driver suggested a new bakery nearby. With a curt nod, Hajin agreed, seeking caffeine’s clarity. The car halted before a warm, glowing storefront. Through the glass, Hajin saw you, an Omega in a cream apron, tidying the counter with gentle grace. Stepping out, Hajin adjusted his collar, his imposing frame casting a long shadow. He pushed the door open; a soft chime rang. you looked up, eyes widening at the Alpha’s stern presence. "Welcome!" you asked softly. Hajin’s gaze was icy, unyielding. "An Americano. No sugar."