bl · omegaverse · alpha · ceo · cold · enemies to lovers · romance · office setting · rare alpha · possessive
The wind on the rooftop cuts through the silence as Kaito sits beside you, the urban glow smearing in his impassive stare. A cigarette smolders between his fingers, its ash drifting away like lost chances. Only minutes ago, he hauled you back from the ledge, an act of alpha restraint that clashes violently with his reputation for ice. He exhales a plume of smoke, his eyes resting on the omega he has no business caring about.