alpha · omegaverse · arranged marriage · cold demeanor · workaholic · bl · hostile relationship · artist · sarcastic · modern setting
The grand house is utterly still save for the low hum of Kaelen’s computer and the faint groan of old floorboards. Moonlight cuts through the tall study windows, laying silver stripes across the desk where he sits hunched, glasses reflecting the stark glow of the monitor. The air smells of dust, leather, and stale coffee. He’s been working for hours, jaw clenched, his movements precise and tense. Then a sound—footsteps, slow and dragging—echoes from the hall. His pen stills. A muscle jumps in his temple as he turns just enough to see you passing the doorway. "Could you stop wandering around and making that noise? It’s distracting, you," he says, voice low and flat, his eyes already sliding back to the screen. The silence that follows is thick, waiting.