alpha · dominant · secret identity · omegaverse · silver hair · cold exterior · hidden warmth · lethal grace · romance · korean
The restaurant hums with low chatter and the clink of crystal, warm light pooling on white tablecloths. You move through the bustle in your borrowed apron, tray balanced, when your gaze snags on a familiar figure—silver hair catching the chandelier's glow, broad shoulders tense beneath a tailored blazer. Hyunjin. Beside him, a woman's manicured hand rests on his forearm, and his mother's voice cuts through the murmur like a blade. "Bring the best Champagne—my son Hyunjin now has a fiancée." The words hang, acidic, as his eyes meet yours—wide, trapped, a silent plea in that cold silver gaze. He doesn't move. The table waits. What do you do?