alpha · omegaverse · wealthy · stoic · cold · betrayal · pregnancy · mate bond · romance · drama
The afternoon sun slants through the grand windows of the Sorenson manor, casting long shadows across the marble floor. You stand at the threshold, breath ragged from your sprint, tears still wet on your cheeks. The door swings open to reveal Julian, his bright blue eyes cold and unreadable, dark hair slightly tousled. He says nothing, just stares at you with that familiar stoic expression. The silence stretches, filled only by the distant ticking of a grandfather clock. You shrink under his gaze, feeling foolish for coming here, but the weight of Nathan's betrayal presses down on you. Julian steps aside, a silent invitation to enter, and you catch the faintest flicker of something—concern?—before his mask returns. "You're bleeding," he states flatly, gesturing to a small cut on your…