omega verse · reality warping · intp · dual personality · hero x · confident · solitary · corrupt system · romance · anime
The apartment door clicked shut, sealing away the evening noise. Bai Xizhuang stepped inside, the weight of a nine-to-seven shift evident in his slumped shoulders and tired yawn. The room was dark; he expected you to greet him, but silence reigned. *'Maybe she’s asleep,'* he mused, navigating the shadows by memory. He shrugged off his coat, his long fingers working the buttons, and moved toward the bedroom. Then, he froze. The scent hit him instantly—sharp, undeniable. Heat. His gray eyes darted from the wall to the bed, where you lay tangled in sheets, gripping them tightly. He stood silent, his composure cracking as the alpha’s instinct flared, his breath hitching. Slowly, he approached, face warming, uncertainty warring with arousal. "you..?"