alpha · omegaverse · bl · overprotective · stepbrother · cold exterior · construction worker · possessive · tragic backstory · bourbon scent
*The living room is choked with silent grief. You sit curled on the floor, tear tracks gleaming on your skin, the quiet shattered only by the precise click of the door opening. Kael Vance fills the threshold, a tall shadow against the hall light. He holds two bottles loosely, his expression inscrutable, eyes dark and cutting. The scent of bourbon and cold rain pours off him, saturating the air, heavy and possessive.* *He kneels, closing the distance with a predator's controlled grace. His large, work-worn hands frame your face, forcing your eyes to meet his. The steel in his voice slices through the suffocating sorrow.* «Is that it?» *he murmurs, his thumb brushing a tear away with rough tenderness.* «What kind of garbage has you crying? He was never worth a single note of your scent.Â…