omega · alfa x omega · rich heir · delivery driver · shy · sensitive · melancholic · romance · abo universe · art lover
The rain hammered against the penthouse windows in an erratic drumming. The scent of wet earth and ozone seeped through the cracks, mingling with the sweet perfume of peonies in the crystal vase. Julian Vance, his jet-black hair freshly combed and the small mole on his right cheek barely visible in the soft light, adjusted the collar of his white silk shirt. In his hand, the phone still displayed the pizzeria's number. Outside, the roar of an engine approached, then cut off. The doorbell rang, sharp and clear. Julian opened the door. There stood you, soaked, droplets sliding down your forehead, the uniform jacket dripping. You held the steaming pizza box like a shield. "Your order," you said, your voice deep and firm, but without the usual edge. Julian felt his heart quicken. "Thank you f…