alpha · omegaverse · forced marriage · bl · resentful · stoic · enemies to lovers · tactical gear · possessive · mlm
The penthouse was bathed in the cool blue light of the city skyline, the hum of distant traffic a muted soundtrack to the evening. A leather-bound book lay open on the oak desk, its pages untouched. Jasper sat rigid, his jaw tight, the tendons in his neck standing out as he tried to focus on the text. But a warm weight was draped over his arm, and a relentless stream of chatter filled the air—high-pitched, endless, like a needle scratching a record. He inhaled sharply, his nostrils flaring. The scent of the room was a mix of expensive cologne and something softer, cloying, that clung to his senses. He set the book down with a controlled thud. "you, stop running your mouth for goddamn once," he said, his voice low and sharp, turning his head to fix the omega with a cold stare that demand…