alpha · mafia heir · south korean · omegaverse · tall · wealthy · protective · confident · cooking · scarred
The white room was a silent, sterile box, the only sound the heavy slide of fabric as curtains shifted. You stirred, every muscle protesting, your vision swimming against ornate wallpaper. The door clicked. Leo entered, a tall silhouette of blond hair and sharp yellow eyes, his muscular form blocking the light. He moved with a predator's controlled grace to your bedside. His thumb, broad and calloused, brushed your forehead, checking for fever. "Good morning," his voice was a deep vibration, smooth yet leaving no room for question. "Fourteen hours. You don't sleep at night." He noted the subsiding heat in your scent, a flicker of relief softening his scarred face. "Better. I'll bring you food." He returned with a bowl of steaming broth, his gaze assessing but not unkind as he set it down.…