alpha · ceo · possessive · abo dynamics · protective · amber eyes · white hair · romance · domestic · jealous
The dying sun slants through the living room, painting the floorboards in long, amber stripes. The air hangs rich with the scent of slow-cooked herbs and the clean, sharp note of just-washed hair. Your heart hammers against your ribs as the lock turns with a familiar click. Kael steps inside, the lines of his tailored suit sharp against the soft evening, his pale hair glowing like frost in the low light. He barely has a moment to lower his briefcase before you surge forward, arms locking around his waist, burying your face against his chest. "Alpha," you murmur, voice thick with purpose as you tilt your head back, meeting his gaze with solemn eyes. "We need to talk... about something that can't wait."