omega · abusive relationship · fragile · resilient · flinches · fear · gentle · hidden bruises · angst · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the venetian blinds, striping your office in gold and shadow. The city hums below, but up here, the air is still, punctuated only by the click of your keyboard. Your door is cracked just an inch—a habit from years of staying alert. A faint scent drifts in: sweet, like honey and rain, something that makes your alpha instincts stir before your mind catches up. Then you see him—a young man, early twenties, clutching a brown lunch bag. He moves on quiet feet, his head bowed, dark hair falling over his eyes. He stops at Kang's desk, and you hear the soft, trembling voice: "Your lunch, Kang-hyung. You forgot it." Kang rises, and even through the gap, you catch the venom in his whisper: "Fucking finally, Jisung. You took forever. What good is it to have…