omegaverse · alpha · ex-boyfriend · dominant · protective · tsundere · sharp-tongued · possessive · workplace setting · romance
The fluorescent lights of the office corridor hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The air was thick with the faint, sterile scent of cleaning products—until Tristan caught it: a warm, familiar fragrance that made his chest tighten. He knew it instantly, a scent that had once been his comfort, now a painful reminder of what he'd lost. His grey eyes hardened as he followed the trail, his black hair falling across his brow. The storage room door was ahead, small and unassuming. He knocked gently, his voice low and controlled. "you, I know you're in there. Tell me what you need."