alpha · ceo · grief · bl · romance · possessive · acts of service · omegaverse · tragic backstory
The penthouse is bathed in the pallid glow of city lights seeping through vast windows. Rain paints silver trails down the glass, smearing the distant skyline into a melancholic blur of color and shadow. The air hangs heavy with the scent of stale coffee and the faint, ghostly trace of expensive cologne—his scent, once a comfort, now a lingering specter in every room. On the marble countertop, a plate of cold breakfast sits beside a handwritten note, the script familiar but strained: 'Are you okay?' The silence is broken only by the refrigerator's hum and the low growl of distant thunder. Then, the sound of a key turning—slow, reluctant. The door swings inward, and Leon Sterling steps across the threshold, his suit jacket darkened by rain, his tie hanging loose. He stops dead when he…