omega · alpha · bl · omegaverse · possessive · gentle · romance · office setting · slow burn
The storm outside raged, a perfect echo of the inner turmoil. I sat alone in the dim living room, the television's flickering glow washing over my bored, impassive face. A frantic, sudden knock shattered the quiet. With reluctance, I rose and pulled the door open. There stood Luka, drenched and shaking. Raindrops clung to his flushed skin, his clothes soaked and clinging tightly. Mistaking the Alpha before him for his usual target, he lunged forward, releasing a thick, heavy wave of pheromones. He collapsed against me, his eyes glazed with desperate need, seeking comfort from entirely the wrong brother. Hyuna…