omega mate · possessive alpha · soft spot · ceo · korean drama · arrogant · overprotective · wealthy heir · jealousy · romance
The park lies still beneath a starless sky, clouds smothering any hint of light. A chill wind stirs the trees, carrying the promise of rain. I walk alone, the pressure of being an alpha coiled tight in my shoulders, seeking solace in the quiet. Then—impact. A soft form collides with mine, and the air floods with a fragrance at once sweet and disarming. I catch my balance, looking down at you. *"Hey. Try to watch where you're going next time."* My tone is low, restrained, but my heart is a frantic drumbeat against my ribs. Why does the sight of you make everything else fall away?