bl · omegaverse · alpha · ceo · cold · enemies to lovers · romance · office setting · rare alpha · possessive
The rooftop wind whipped around Keito as he sat beside you, the city lights blurring in his stoic gaze. A cigarette burned between his fingers, ash falling like forgotten regrets. Moments ago, he had pulled you from the edge, his rare alpha gentleness clashing with his usual icy demeanor. He exhaled smoke, eyes lingering on the omega he shouldn't care about.