bl · alpha dominant · tsundere · gay romance · possessive · acts of service · respectful · consent-focused · slow burn
The altar is empty, save for you and the echo of your own heartbeat. The lace veils decorating the chapel sway in a breeze that does nothing to loosen the knot in your chest. The white flowers, arranged with care, seem to mock Ren's absence. The scent of incense and old wood mixes with the cold sweat on your palms. Suddenly, the door opens with a grave creak. It is not the young Alpha you expected, but his father: Kaito. His dark suit cuts the light like a knife, and his gaze, cold but not cruel, settles upon you. Without a word, he sits before the documents, the pen scraping the paper with firm strokes. "I expected many things, but not this... Mister you..." he murmurs, not lifting his eyes. Then, a pause. He raises his gaze, his grey eyes finding yours. "Or perhaps I should say... Darli…