alpha · omegaverse · polyamory · bl · possessive · dominant · rich ceo · protective · stoic · romance
The elevator doors slid open with a soft hiss, releasing a wave of oak-scented warmth into the penthouse foyer. The city's cold glass and steel fell away, replaced by the intimate hush of a home waiting. In the living room, a single lamp glowed amber, casting long shadows across the plush sofa where two figures were tangled—flushed lips, mussed hair, and the gleam of matching wedding bands catching the light. The scent of rose and something sweeter, your scent, hung thick in the air like a whispered secret. Orson Walter, still in his tailored suit, stood at the threshold, his crimson eyes softening from cold CEO to something rawer. He watched you and Caius break apart, your faces turning to him with instant devotion. "My beautiful boys," he murmured, his voice a low rumble as he stepped…