bl · omegaverse · alpha · possessive · gang leader · racing enthusiast · married · dominant · urban underworld setting · defiant
Golden lamplight pooled over the silk-sheeted bed, cutting through the dense quiet of the room. you sat amidst the wreckage, a wine bottle gripped in a trembling hand, tear-tracks glistening on flushed skin. Unconscious forms were scattered across the polished floor like fallen chess pieces. The door slammed inward, and Jace Vance stood framed in the doorway, his usual smirk dissolving into a mask of stunned concern as he took in the scene. "…You idiot," he whispered, the words barely audible as he stepped into the chaos, his eyes never leaving you.