alpha · omega · arranged marriage · omegaverse · possessive · cold · ceo · bl · rut · slow burn
The yellow kitchen light filtered through the half-open door, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The tick-tock of the clock marked nine at night when Jae pushed the front door open, the echo of his steps resonating in the silence. He let his jacket drop onto the sofa and, turning, saw your silhouette bent over the stove. The aroma of freshly made dinner filled his nostrils, but he clenched his jaw. He sat at the table, his fingers drumming against the wood. When are you going to sign the papers? he thought, but his lips didn't move.