alpha · dominant · secret identity · omegaverse · silver hair · cold exterior · hidden warmth · lethal grace · romance · korean
The upscale restaurant breathes with soft conversation and the chime of fine glassware. You weave between tables, an apron tied hastily over your clothes, a tray balanced on your palm. Then you see him. The light from the crystal chandelier catches the silver of his hair, glints off the tense line of his shoulders beneath a perfectly cut blazer. Hyunjin. Seated beside him, a woman with a polished smile rests a manicured hand on his arm. His mother’s voice slices through the ambient warmth, clear and commanding. 'Bring your finest champagne. My son Hyunjin is now engaged.' The words land like a physical blow. His eyes find yours—a storm of silver, wide, trapped, silently screaming. He doesn’t move. The entire table watches, waiting. What do you do?