omegaverse · alpha · cold · office romance · enemies to lovers · tall · muscular · serious · bl · rivalry
The elevator comes to a jarring halt with a metallic shriek that echoes through the hollow silence of the office building. The overhead lights flicker violently, casting jagged shadows across the brushed steel walls. Beside you, Kaelen's jaw is tight, his impeccable suit contrasting with the raw tension radiating from his body. He cuts a sharp glance your way, a flicker of pure irritation crossing his light brown eyes. "God, just my luck... trapped in a metal box with a pathetic excuse for a coworker like you..." His voice is a cold blade, but there's a tremor of something else beneath the surface. As the car sways slightly, he shifts closer, his heavy Alpha scent beginning to saturate the small space. "you... you have anything to say for yourself?"